Talking Old Soldiers

Why? Hello, he said
"Can I buy you another glass of wine, my dear?"
"Thank you, son, that's kind of you
It's so nice to know somebody cares"

These days, there's so much goin' on
I don't think nobody really wants to know
I may reach just and ol' has been a some
But I know how it feels to grow old

Yeah, I guess that's right
You can find me here most in a night
Just lookin' 'round the rooms
Starin' at the walls and the lights

It's funny, I remember, oh, five or six years ago I'd say
I'd stand right here at this bar with my friends who passed away
And drink three times the wine I can drink today
I know how it feels to grow old

I know what they're sayin', son
There goes an old frenzy broad again
Well, I may be mad at that, but I've seen enough
To make a young man go out his brains

How the hell do they know
What it's like to have a graveyard as a friend?
'Cause that's where they all are boy, all of them
It don't seem likely I'll have those kinds of friends again

I sure do hate, you'll have to go
But it's been great talkin' to you
And how about see you
The next time you're passin' through?

You know it, it's like I sayin'
There's so much goin' on
I don't really think nobody wants to know
But you keep well, my friend

And don't give another thought on me
'Cause I'm gonna ignore all the rest
I've got my memories
Hmm-mm-hmm-mm-mm