We had an apartment in the city Me and Loretta liked living there And it'd been years since the kids had grown A life of their own, left us alone
John and Linda live in Omaha And Joe is somewhere on the road And we lost Davy in the Korean War And I still don't know what for, don't matter anymore
Cho: You know that old trees just grow stronger And old rivers get wilder every day Old people just get lonesome Waiting for someone to say 'Hello in there, Hello.'
Me and Loretta, we don't talk much more She sits and stares through the back door screen And all the news just repeats itself Like some forgotten dream that weve both seen
Some day I'll go and call up Rudy We worked together at the factory But what'll I say when he asks, 'What's new?' 'Nothin'. What's with you?' Nothin' much to do.
Cho.
So if you're walkin' down the street some day And spot some hollow, ancient eyes Please don't just pass 'em by and stare As if you didn't care, say 'Hello in there, Hello.'