Old man, staring outwards
Fills his thoughts with contemplation
Sitting, soaked in sunlight
Staring downwards to the bench beneath him
Hey there, what's your name?
Crawling up to him, it talks again
What are you doing sitting?
This ain't no place for kind old men like you
Wait for yourself down there, you'll find a way out
We'll meet again somewhere, I can feel it in my plumbs
Old man, your eyes don't need direct sunlight
Staring too long will blind your sight
Watch out, I'm just an insect, you nearly stepped on my head
I've been outside now waiting for so long
What's done is done get up now carry onwards
And stop all staring straight into the Sun
The light will lead you
Run for the light will lead you
No need to chase it down my boy
