COOL OLD MEN

He made wine but what made money Grandpa’s plum brandy still I’d hand brown paper bags tagged with tiny swiss flags Out the back door for five dollar bills The summer the corn all went weavile The year Fred Hampton was killed. My best friend back then said we’d be the coolest old men there’s no way we will I love what you’ve done with the garden What you’re doing for that girl Like warm arms darling Your warm smile Warmest thing in my world No rain for three months My tongue weighs a ton The skys a dry scary blue Mike said man we’ll be as cool as him Nothing mike said back then turned out true Worlds got a brand new baby I lie awake listen to her bawl Must feel a lot like flying Must feel a lot like flying Must feel like flying To just let go and fall Mike broke down his dads riding mower Parts for my mini bike Built a ramp. Mike jumped the dog house And my sister Sioban sitting on her trike Boy was wild. went in the army Aiming for the gi Bill Kept his legs and arms through Vietnam But the wild in that wild boy got killed. He said Sean when you gonna grow up Nothing you care about’s real He’s burn mark on his forehead Where I pressed him against the still The summer the corn went weevil The year the tribe burned Duluth He’d tell all our friends we’d be the coolest old me Nothing mike said back then turned out true. Worlds got a brand new baby I lie awake listen to her bawl Must feel a lot like flying Must feel a lot like flying Must feel like flying To just let go and fall 4 boys carried grandpas casket Tallest two me and mike He got a good beaten for the mower We had a great week on my mini bike I’m not friendly at all with his family All they do is talk about him The airs nice and clear up there Where we put Grandpa since they quit timbering No rain for two months My tongue ways a ton The skys a dry scary blue Haven’t told you in a while Warm arms. Your smile Been a while I Been meaning to.