This lonely old man at heart, resting gray hairs
On wrinkled arms with nothing but
A stool to hold up his back

Skinny legs with Japanese mileage
Crossed at the ankles
He's unaware

Maybe you've never seen it
Maybe you've never been through it
It's the only way to understand it

Unaware of his surroundings, youth in packs
Swarming like wolves to a fresh kill
The scenic tracks, he's just scared about dying

Maybe you've never seen it
Maybe you've never been through it
It's the only way to understand it

Save your clever statements
Braid your severed view of it
It's the only way to understand it

Too bad, too bad, too bad, so sad
Days have come to an end, where all
Where all has been lost

Maybe you've never seen it
Maybe you've never been through it
It's the only way to understand it

Save your clever statements
Braid your severed view of it
It's the only way to understand it, to understand it