Too many winters

This old man is just sitting playing the blues,
cause theres too many winters
an' there's holes in his shoes.
Nothin much to say,
an' nothing to lose,
this old man is just sitting,
playing the blues.
On many a day now
they ask me to choose,
but theres too many winters,
realy nothing to lose,
this old man is just sitting,
playing the blues.
Where lies the lost
and dead magik of youth.
They don't know the law,
and they don't care for the truth.
We allowed it to happen,
by covering their eyes,
giving them gifts
and telling them lies.
To many winters,
and theres nothin to lose,
this old man is just sitting,
playing the blues.