There was an old man who was true to himself,
If he put his mind to something it was done.
He could help everyone just by doing what he loved.
He could work with his hands so good.
But what no one cares to know is that it works him to the bone.
He comes home to himself and he sits in his chair,
He gets lost inside pictures on the wall.
He's had some loves in his life that he's lost, but knows why;
He's lived with mistakes for so long.
He's the best man that I know
'Cause he stays happy all alone.
He gives me hope.
For the best in everyone in understanding what we've done;
I've laughed at myself, it gives me hope.
For the best, for what we want,
In understanding what no one wants,
It makes me laugh, it gives me hope.
I know this old lady who grew up so quickly,
She had a child when she was so young.
Without the time or money to pursue what she wanted
She slowly lost touch with her love.
I bet she tried to run, but she didn't have the guts to leave her--
Son, who was born on a day in the spring,
Grow up to respect her so much
For all that she had lost and never giving up,
For loving her mistake that she loves.
Old lady you deserve
More than anyone I know.
You give me hope.
For the best in everyone in understanding what we've done.
I've laughed at myself, it gives me hope.
For the best, for what we want,
In understanding what no one wants.
It makes me laugh, it gives me hope.
I'm sitting alone and I think to myself
"It'd be great if people could know--
If we wore big tags or we threw big parties
Where only lost people could go."
So we'd never think we're wrong
And we'd never feel alone.
Alone.