this old man is going to take me to the end of the road
the point of no return, so to speak
lightning darting all around our faces
big storm brewing ahead.
hail crashing down onto the windshield
the old man don't want to let me go
but all i want is to walk alone into the hail storm
lightning lighting up my face
laughing along
but nothing is really funny at all
just ironic and bittersweet
can't ever get companionship no matter who's around
so if i'm alone anyway
might as well say goodbye to the old man and walk into the hail storm
i mean whats the worse that could happen?
i'm alone with or without you
maybe this loneliness will drift away with the wind
like hay sacks in the prairies
nowhere to go and nowhere to hide