Transcription: There's an old man, hit an old man He was gone for quickly I wonder where he's got to be He's just a whisper in the wind He thinks he means so much He don't need to be here Except to the small world around him Where are our lies? He touches me to see He can build me so Great devastation He can't do those things Yes, He can do those things Preacher, tell me Where have we run? You seek time for our salvation Needers tell me where to go You seek today All our decisions But your wife still wonders Where you've been At three in the morning Are you her baby, singing? You're Rags to Runners You're ba ...
