Songtexte Yesterday's Gone - Hal Ketchum
                                                Theirs 
                                                    a 
                                                cardigan 
                                                sweater, 
                                                on 
                                                and 
                                                old 
                                                wooden 
                                                hanger
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                back 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                closet, 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                end 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                hall
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                grandfather 
                                                wore 
                                                it, 
                                                for 
                                                thirty 
                                                five 
                                                years, 
                                                but 
                                                now 
                                                he 
                                                don't 
                                                wear 
                                                it 
                                                at 
                                                all
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                sits 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                shade, 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                end 
                                                of 
                                                his 
                                                journey
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                    a 
                                                home 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                tired, 
                                                the 
                                                old 
                                                and 
                                                confused
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tell 
                                                me 
                                                where 
                                                have 
                                                they 
                                                hidden, 
                                                the 
                                                soul 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                man 
                                                    I 
                                                once 
                                                knew?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Theirs 
                                                    a 
                                                faded 
                                                old 
                                                photo, 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                dashing 
                                                young 
                                                cowboy
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dressed 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                nines, 
                                                for 
                                                    a 
                                                night 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                town
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                him 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                middle, 
                                                surrounded 
                                                by 
                                                people, 
                                                who 
                                                lit 
                                                up 
                                                when 
                                                he 
                                                came 
                                                around
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                angels 
                                                sent 
                                                down 
                                                to 
                                                protect 
                                                him 
                                                am 
                                                    I 
                                                all 
                                                that's 
                                                left 
                                                of 
                                                his 
                                                life?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Are 
                                                we 
                                                two 
                                                hearts 
                                                together, 
                                                the 
                                                young 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                weary, 
                                                fading 
                                                one 
                                                beat 
                                                at 
                                                    a 
                                                time?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                giant 
                                                that 
                                                lived 
                                                in 
                                                his 
                                                body?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                mountain 
                                                that 
                                                he 
                                                stood 
                                                upon?
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                hard 
                                                to 
                                                believe 
                                                as 
                                                    I 
                                                sit 
                                                here 
                                                and 
                                                hold 
                                                him
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                mountains 
                                                will 
                                                crumble 
                                                and 
                                                yesterday's 
                                                gone
 
                                    
                                
                                                There's 
                                                    a 
                                                corner 
                                                in 
                                                heaven 
                                                for 
                                                callused 
                                                old 
                                                heroes
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                where 
                                                    a 
                                                good 
                                                man, 
                                                can 
                                                finally 
                                                rest
 
                                    
                                
                                                Paid 
                                                for 
                                                by 
                                                promises, 
                                                toll 
                                                and 
                                                tears, 
                                                by 
                                                    a 
                                                soul 
                                                who 
                                                did 
                                                only 
                                                his 
                                                best
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                sit 
                                                here 
                                                together, 
                                                knowing 
                                                that 
                                                trains 
                                                    a 
                                                coming 
                                                and 
                                                heaven 
                                                is 
                                                just 
                                                one 
                                                stop 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                Savory 
                                                the 
                                                gift 
                                                of 
                                                his 
                                                hand 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                shoulder, 
                                                here 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                end 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                day
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                giant, 
                                                that 
                                                lived 
                                                in 
                                                his 
                                                body?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                mountain 
                                                that 
                                                he 
                                                stood 
                                                upon?
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                hard 
                                                to 
                                                believe 
                                                as 
                                                    I 
                                                set 
                                                here 
                                                and 
                                                hold 
                                                him
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                mountains 
                                                will 
                                                crumble 
                                                and 
                                                yesterday's 
                                                gone
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                hard 
                                                to 
                                                believe 
                                                as 
                                                    I 
                                                set 
                                                here 
                                                and 
                                                hold 
                                                him
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                mountains 
                                                will 
                                                crumble 
                                                and 
                                                yesterday's 
                                                gone
 
                                    
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