Lyrics
He throws a box of old pictures to the fire. Forty long years retired. A mans gotta hold fast to his pride, leaving you tangled and tied. And its funny how his weary legs, keep aching all over again. And its the sure way to guarantee, that life takes more knocks over time. The kids went west toward the sun, phone calls time to time. A man that has lived past prime, pays no mind. And its funny how his calloused heart, keeps bruising all over again. And its the easy way to guarantee that life takes more knocks over time. He's been out dreaming for a long long time. Drifting further from the truth, drifting further through the time. Merciful fate, Does it get any better? Does it get any easier to unwind?
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