Old Man

An old man with a suitcase Older than himself Passing through the waiting hall Like a ghost He doesn't know where he's going He can't hide where he has been I can hear the deepest blue In his voice One Two The rumors are true Three Four To walk the ocean floor Count Five, and wait for the tide For the tide He wears a sadness with honor And his torn coat with pride A lifetime of belongings In one hand And as I'm leaving the station I can see him standing there Looking for a friendly face In the crowd One Two The rumors are true Three Four To walk the ocean floor Count Five, and wait for the tide One Two The rumors are true Three Four To walk the ocean floor Count Five, and wait for the tide For the tide (For the tide) For the tide (For the tide) For the tide (For the tide) For the tide (For the tide) For the tide (For the tide)