What does that old man sitting in the park?
Seems to be waiting for the dead last grab
Reminding each and every meaningless success of his life

He's waiting for death to call him back

Is he alright with what he's done?

Or did he let his life pass by

And now there's nothing left but crying


'Cause all those years just won't comeback
And death's a couple steps behind


Soon I'll be that old man
Soon I'll be the next one

Soon I'll be the next to die