Say, "Nothing, what's with you? Nothing much to do"
Like some forgotten dream that we've both seen
And old rivers grow wilder every day
But old people, they just grow lonesome
So if you're walking down the street sometime
John and Linda live in Omaha
Someday I'll go and call up Judy
Waiting for someone to say, "Hello, in there, hello"
I still don't know what for, don't matter any more
It's been years since the kids have grown
We worked together at the factory
You know that old trees just grow stronger
We lost Davy in the Korean war
And old rivers grow wilder every day
Ah, but, but old people, they just grow lonesome
A life of their own, left us alone
And you should spot some hollow ancient eyes
Don't you pass them by and stare, as if you didn't care
And all the news just repeats itself
Ah, but what would I say when she asks what's new?
Joe is somewhere on the road
Me and my husband, we don't talk much anymore
Waiting for someone to say, "Hello in there, hello"
You know that old trees just grow stronger
He sits and stares through the back door screen
