This man has said too much at all
In his pray
Now keeps silence on the floor
He stands
I met an old singer
He was sat in a bar
And said "Hey, what's wrong girl?
Is your life that hard?"
I starred at his face
And cling myself to not cry
"Thought some was true
But that was the dammed lie"
The old laugh to me
With his largest smile
And said "don't worry this much
Things change all the time!
Why don't you take a guitar and play for a little while?
Why don't you take it,
And play for a little while?"
I heard his old stories
In his voice I found my heart
Wish I was born in fifths
I don't belong to these times
Then asked "what do you feel
Looking from now to your days?"
He said "There's no difference,
I carry the same old pain"
Man, if you could hear my soul
You'd hear the sound of silence
There's just an empty hole
Instead of a beating heart
I don't hear any sound
Just a whisper asking why
Is this your way?
Will those wheels smash your mind?
His hands tremble his head is crowded
With mistakes
This man went wrong times before
Faced despair
Then the sun came down
The city became desert
The day is gone for good
I wish I could return it
"Sr. Ginger what you´ll do?
With life that rests to you"
"Well, I'll keep on walking
Lighted by the old moon"
Once in America
Once I was afraid
Once I expected more than
God could gave me
But than I realize
One moment I had to wake up
When I heard the words of a man called Blake
Then I went to Mississippi
Then I read Kerouac
Then Allen Ginsberg
Got freak in front of my eyes
So I started to walk
Far away from my death
Oh I was so young
But now it's her I expect
The last thing I remember
As I walked away
Through roads I won't forget
And can't forget anyway
Was the old man
With his hat and sad blue eyes
Waiting for the night
And singing his words of goodbye