Old Man

It must be something while driving through
And you suddenly see a piece of wood
And you know that you drove every nail
To make a place for someone to stay

And it must be something to realize
That somebody else now lives inside
When you know you were the first to walk within

And it must be something to rise at the dawn
You travel the road and you’re all alone
Old man, what have they done to you

And the tools of your trade
You hold in your hands
You had your life and you lived it well
And the marks of your craft can be found in the past
Dwellings that you made

And they hold up well and they stand up strong
And I think my God, you did it all
With these tired old hands that are now holding on
To what’s left of your life

It must be something to rise at the dawn
You travel the road and you’re all alone
Old man what have they done to you

And the days of your youth were spent in the knowledge
That you would forever and ever and always
Be fixing and mending and shaping the dwellings for others to use

And they hold up well and they stand up strong
And I think my God, you did it all
With these tired old hands that are now holding on
To what’s left of your life

It must be something to rise at the dawn
You travel the road and you’re all alone
Old man what have they done to you