Convalescent

This lonely old man at heart, resting gray hairs On wrinkled arms with nothing but A stool to hold up his back Skinny legs with Japanese mileage Crossed at the ankles He's unaware Maybe you've never seen it Maybe you've never been through it It's the only way to understand it Unaware of his surroundings, youth in packs Swarming like wolves to a fresh kill The scenic tracks, he's just scared about dying Maybe you've never seen it Maybe you've never been through it It's the only way to understand it Save your clever statements Braid your severed view of it It's the only way to understand it Too bad, too bad, too bad, so sad Days have come to an end, where all Where all has been lost Maybe you've never seen it Maybe you've never been through it It's the only way to understand it Save your clever statements Braid your severed view of it It's the only way to understand it, to understand it