Old-Fashioned Man

He sits alone
In Central Park
where most folks won’t go after dark
an old fashioned man
Living in a brand new world
The kids run by
without a smile
He kind of hoped
they’d stay awhile
With an old fashioned man
living in a brand new world
A world that speaks about flowers
but only shows him the bones
He’s dreaming of
a world of love
That he lost
and we lost
He gave a man
his last good dime
and no one seems to have the time
for an old fashioned man
living in a brand new world
A world of many places
and many prideful faces
Two thousand years since love began
and it began
with an old fashioned man
A carousel is
like where a part of hell is
'cuz one heart just won’t let go
oh no
oh oh oh no
The hope of man is
right where a garbage can is
cuz one man will never know
How so many people
can live with so little love
He’s worlds away
in yesterday
that he lost
and we lost
No
When poets die
life has no rhyme
and no one seems to have the time
for an old fashioned man
living in a brand new world
Living in a brand new world
such an old fashioned man…