Withered and worn

We try to find the way

The storms sold out by the looming skies of grey



I met the man

And all he had to say

Could you just listen

And would you just please stay



He started singin' a song

About a song that we wrote just the other day



If again we'd ever meet

I'd wondered what we'd say

OK if in fact we'd speak anyway

I've been carved too many times

I really could not say

I just remember that man

And what he had to say



He started singin' a song

About a song that he wrote just the other day