If You're Listening

If you're listening...
I'm sitting on the front porch this afternoon
Sipping on an Old Milwaukee beer
Wishing you were sitting here right beside me
You wouldn't believe
What you see

I watch the people go about their days
But don't recognize the faces anymore
No Bob raking his yard, no Sandy in her garden
Planting flowers
Just passing the hours
Times have changed

Violet my dear, If you're listening
From somewhere out there in the great beyond
This world don't make sense to an old man anymore
Oh... times have changed

If you're listening...
Fleury's Bakery burned down last September
The old library is moving across town
We used to make a morning of the neighborhood
Garden store
A gas station now

A nice young family moved in next door, Thursday
I think they came from somewhere overseas
I can't understand a single word they say
But they always
Smile and wave
Times have changed

If you're listening...
I took a walk to see John and Edna
To reconnect with friends from the old days
But I guess Edna's down in Arizona now
And old John
Just passed away

This old house (yellow rambler) isn't a home, it's a mausoleum
And everything's locked up in a memory
But/so I guess I never thought of selling, I'll be leaving
Soon enough
Anyway
Times have changed

Violet my dear, If you're listening
From somewhere out there in the great beyond
This world don't make sense to an old man anymore
Time and my love have left me behind
And moved on

If You're Listening