歌词千寻
Joe
-
Scott
WalkerAs
old
Joe
sat
a
dyin'The
baby
down
the
hall
was
cryin'Somebody
had
a
party
goin'
onThe
fat
boy
you
told
tales
toMoved
away
the
other
dayTo
think
with
no
goodbyeHe
could
have
goneA
postcard
from
Sun
CityWas
found
layin'
by
your
sideA
kind
of
desert
placeWhere
old
folks
dry
awayYou
gazed
out
through
the
windowAt
the
wonders
of
the
skyAs
if
it
were
the
first
time
every
dayThere
ain't
no-one
left
alive
to
call
me
JoeYou
used
to
sayNo-one
left
aliveTo
call
me
Joe.You've
been
beyond
the
boundariesUnderstood
it
allAnd
thought
of
nothingThe
ultimate
was
simple
to
your
eyesJust
watch
the
world
make
madnessAs
the
youth
cried
their
repliesAn
old
man
knows
far
better
than
to
try.They
say
towards
the
endYou
hardly
left
your
shabby
roomWhere
once
you
loved
to
go*Walkin'