under the bridge i saw the old man again
i call him the old man and the chance
what is the color of his eyes, i can't tell
it looks like a watercolored dance
under the breeze he wears a smile called mary jane
a shawl that he once found in spain
he never asks for nothing, he's a busy man
he's the best story-teller of this land
he's the best one of this land
and i say my oh my, if the gods are kind,
one day i'll know ‘bout the shawl and the smile
under the grey i saw the old man again
we talked like two old friends on a walk
he said we always learn about our sores and pain
i started to believe i'd never fall
and i wrote it on the wall
and i say my oh my, if the gods are kind,
one day i'll know what he meant when he sang
go and find your own punchline
go and find, live your life
under the bridge i saw the old man tonight
we tasted a silence for a while
and then he said to me you're ready little kite
don't worry the world is on your side.
little kite, enjoy the flight
find a shawl, a smile, a friend.
i'll always be your old man

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