Текст песни An old man (feat. Paula Q) - B-R Lenander

I wake up to the sound of the clock
No dreams left to keep it unlocked
Eat my toast dry, no butter, no jam
This is the life of a hollow old man

Seventy-five and rolling nowhere
No map, no compass, just empty air
I drive, I drive till the tank runs dry
Wanting to live, but just waiting to die

I pull on my pants, they're loose at the waist
Lots of soup and I've lost all taste
The corridor creaks like my aching knees
Out on the road with no guarantee

Sky so wide, the road so thin
Where does it end, where did it begin
Seventy-five and rolling nowhere
No map, no compass, just empty air

I drive, I drive till the tank runs dry
Wanting to live, but just waiting to die
Eat my toast dry, no butter, no jam
This is the life of a hollow old man

The radio hums, but the words don't stick
Static and silence play the same trick
Every mile's a question I can't resolve
Every turn's a puzzle I can't solve

Seventy-five and rolling nowhere
No map, no compass, just empty air
I drive, I drive till the tank runs dry
Wanting to live, but just waiting to die

I drive, I drive till the tank runs dry
Seventy-five and rolling nowhere
No map, no compass, just empty air
I drive, I drive till the tank runs dry

Wanting to live, but just waiting to die