Lyrics:

Hair on your head, white as the snow
Old Man, stand feeding the pigeons
Your body is rust. Skin is like dust
Seen in the last light of evening
Lines on your face, each one a trace
Of happiness, distance and sound
Lonely you stand. Weak are your hands
Old Man with too few tomorrows
Memory's gone, friends passed along
Old Man, stand lost in your reverie
Life has been kind, to give you this time
To dream on the strand the wind blows
People pass by, go on their way
Not wishing to engage conversation
You, you know why. One look in your eyes
Reminds them their time is wastin'
Hair on your head, white as the snow
Old Man, stand feeding the pigeons