Road of Bones

Old man standing on the street
Watching traffic light his city
Lost inside the memories of years gone by

Shaking hands, unsteady feet
Face so worn it's almost pretty
Something in the world he sees makes him cry

And suddenly I think of all
The friends and lovers I have known
You hold them close
Then just like ghosts
They vanish in the air

And in the end we're on our own
Trying to make our way back home
I'll see you on the road of bones