Mr Walden

Mr. Walden runs the weekly mail
It prints on Thursdays without fail
And Walden learned to roll his stone all by himself
And Walden found the news went dry
The day he learned to close his eyes
And realized that the world's completely still

The people are pickier with politics
Stars and celebrities are sick of starting arguments
So all the news anchors got bored
What's there to realize when theres nothing to report?

Mr. Walden
We need you
We know you hear us
But you don't seem to care

There is something you can't see
Waiting at your back door
Close your eyes and give it to the world

Mr walden leaves the printing press
And goes home to his cigarettes
And does the things one does to feel okay
His ceiling leaks his knuckles ache
He works all day without a break
And doubts they'll read his paper anyway

The people are pickier with politics
Stars and celebrities are sick of starting arguments
So all the news anchors got bored
What's there to realize when theres nothing to report?

Mr. Walden
They need you
They scream your praise
But you don't seem to hear

There is something you cant see
Waiting at your back door
Close your eyes and give it to the world

Old times
Gold mines
News of the world
Old man
No plans
Views of his world
From his house in old New Hampshire
Where his questions are never answered

Mr. Walden
I need you
You're not the sad old fool they think you are