the older men in town, they stumble on
they look down when they're not looking back
i don't see where they go, who they know,
why they leave and who they're leaving
and we can't help them with their loss
and we can't help them with their loss
it takes a worried man to sing a worried song
I'm worried now but i won't be worried long
no one sits at their side
they ain't got no home in this world any longer
but we can't help them with their loss
but we can't help them with their loss
and i don't mind
i really don't, 'cause i barely see them