Two Strangers
Old man and his story walkin the road
The flag is behind yet he still carries the load
Streetlight to streetlight the search for a place
A bed for the night and a wash for his face
Vacancy flashing and he’s got the rent
But he’ll wake in the morning with nary a cent
Another day searching for a way to make due
No family no friends to help him get through
He sets out to find him a drink and a game
Needing to tell someone his story and name
The city is bustling alive and alight
They all walk through him like a ghost in the night
Finds him a place pulls up a chair
A dollar goes far and the shake here is fair
He tells us his story my eyes open wide
The truth just hits different you feel it inside
Playing through hands hearing his tales
The movies show courage the reality fails
His horrible deeds only part of the plot
The bullet he took means we owe him a lot
He asks me for money, I gently refuse
He quickly turns to blame to accuse
I liked the old man and I counted him friend
But not everything works out in the end
The moment I knew him is now in the past
A minute is fleeting but the ugly ones last
I think of his service how his body was torn
Was he always so bad or can meanness be born
I’ll look back even though time is so long
Don’t want to forget, so I’ll remember this song
