Lyrics

There’s an old man, living in the desert
Where the Walmart and the cacti grow
I don’t see him all that often
Lord I miss him, but I never let it show

There’s a young man living in the city
He has two children that he helps to grow
He waters them with kisses
He washes their dishes
But the man he misses, he’s a no show

And I’m angry about that, that he’s so distant
To the sound of laughter he’s indifferent
And I don’t know if I can let it go
Can we try again? Well, I don’t think so

Now the old man is all alone
And his children, they’ve all gone

He wonders why they don’t come see him
He searches the stars for some kind of reason
He looks back at his life and the cuts ain’t healing
His broken heart, it won’t stop bleeding

There’s an old man, living in the desert
Where the Walmart and the cacti grow
I don’t see him all that often
Lord I miss him, but I never let it show

There’s an old man, he’s thinking about a young man
He’s about to hang up when the boy says hello
They talk on the surface for the first few minutes
Then a moment of stillness before he wants to know

He wonders why they don’t come see him
He searches the stars for some kind of reason
He looks back at his life and the cuts ain’t healing
His broken heart, it won’t stop bleeding bleeding bleeding