Old Man - Magna Carta

Old man withered and dry

yesterday’s hero, you say

Time flys on half open eyes

so hold back tomorrow today

I can see clear, by the ribbons you wear

you started a battle, or two

So how do you feel when you’re broken and down

and nobody’s got any time

Old man sleeping alone

careless and tired of staggering

Time flys on half open eyes

and the vintage is ready for the gathering