Old Harmonica Man
Old Harmonica Man,
Why do you look so lonely?
Like you've been living in back alleys,
And talking to yourself in broken mirrors.
Old Harmonica Man,
You play your instrument so well,
There's a soul in that harmonica,
A soul larger than most people possess.
Old Harmonica Man,
I hear your hurt, your desperation.
You play like you still have something to prove,
And it breaks my heart
Because I think you've been trying to prove it
For all of these years.
Why do you look so lonely?
Like you've been living in back alleys,
And talking to yourself in broken mirrors.
Old Harmonica Man,
You play your instrument so well,
There's a soul in that harmonica,
A soul larger than most people possess.
Old Harmonica Man,
I hear your hurt, your desperation.
You play like you still have something to prove,
And it breaks my heart
Because I think you've been trying to prove it
For all of these years.