I know an Old Man
That sits in his window
thinking only thougths of his past lover
two gentle lips touching together
as he slides off her ring to remember her forever
For at the time he knew it was over

Ever night I look out my window
Only to see, the old man sitting their helplessly
I see the tears run down his face
As he suddenly, for the first time, gets up to pace
He got all anxuios and querry inside
Like the feeling I get when I go on the Wild Thing Ride
As the night goes by
A million Memories slide
And soon he is nothing but a speck of dust
Hopeing that someday he is forced and he must
Cry outloud and share his feelings
Still holding the two rusting old rings
Hers and his
remembering her kiss