Collecting Dust

a gray haired gray man
smoking a cigarette
sat down beside me
looked close to death
till he started to talk
reciting poetry and philosophical thought

spent all his life in front of a class
knew all the answers
to questions he was asked
till he was asked to leave
out of date out of touch
he couldn’t believe

now He’s collecting dust and reasons why
to get up in the morning give life another try
he’s collecting dust and reasons why
too old to be useful
too young to die

it didn’t matter he had alot more to give
your numbers up so go out and live
but his life was his work
wasn’t much room for anything else

loosing more than time in this empty bar
and with each breath he hopes to go too far
stop remembering loose all desire
to change the world set it on fire

he’s been collecting dust and reasons why
to get up in the morning give life another try
collecting dust and reasons why
too old to be useful too young to die

bottle of whisky and a pack of chesterfields
the obvious won’t kill him
it’s the loneliness that will

chorus

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