Lyrics:

Somewhere near, somewhere far -
somewhere down the street past the local bar.
Shot & beer kinda homey place.
Go inside, show my face.
It's someone I barely know.
A poet with a heart of gold.
Kathleen
Why don't you call my name?
Kathleen,
call me.

Well, I dropped out of line, past my prime.
Slave to a way of life.
I'm just the world that time forgot.
I'm a skittle bowl social swirl.
Bowl of chili.
Onion rings.
And the check on time, please.
Miss.
Ma'am.
You.
And a Rolling Rock.
Kathleen.
Why don't you call my name?
Kathleen.
Baby, call me

'Ladies and Gentlemen,
'Let me tell you about self-pity.
It's a terrible, terrible thing to waste.'

No one hears me tell the truth.
I've lost the track of time, blush of youth.
I'm just the sort of fella to tell a story to.
Waiting at a bus stop,
banging on a desktop,
I long to see you.
Kathleen.
Call me.
Kathleen.
Call me.

They call me Old Man River.
You call me Old Man River.
I roll.
I said I roll.
I said I roll therefore I am.
- Wheeze -
It's Old Wheezer comin down the street...

Somewhere near, somewhere far -
somewhere down the street it's past the local bar.
It's a shot & beer kind of homey place.
And I go inside I show my face.
It's someone I barely know.
There's a poet.
There's a heart of gold.
They're both lookin at a glass of foam.
Well, I'm not the poet.
You know that I'm not a glass of foam!
I've got a heart of gold.
I've got a heart of gold.
I've got a heart of gold.
I've got a heart of gold.
I've got a heart of gold.

Heart of gold.
Heart of gold.