See the Old Man Thomas

See the Old Man Thomas As he burns his brain With a glimmering glass And a ratteling chain Behind white horses In a New York bar Between a setting sun And a falling star No use in raging Over dying light Old Thomas won't But the young men might He will go gently Into the black Just stumble ahead And never look back See the Old Man Thomas - wild and gray He bought nothing - but he had to pay Lets bury him down In sand and clay Say a quick prayer And be on our way In the heavy traffic In the crowded street In the dark cafes  Where lovers meet Old Thomas walk Up around the bends Where silence sings And music ends We'll have fun At his funeral soon Dance all night By the bright blue moon We'll read his poems For old time's sake And sing at the grave And sleep at the wake See the Old Man Thomas - wild and gray His whole life happend - yesterday Lets bury him down In sand and clay Say a quick prayer And be on our way The Old Man Thomas Is gone for sure One last drink Then he closed the door No new words From his drunken pen And nobody knows If we'll meet again