text: Why hello, say, can I buy you another glass of beer?
  Well, thanks a lot, thats kind of you, its nice to know you care
  These days theres so much going on
  No one seems to wanna know
  I may be just an old soldier to some
  But I know how it feels to grow old
  Yeah, thats right, you can see me here most every night
  Youll always see me staring at the walls and at the lights
  Funny, I remember, oh, its years ago, Id say
  Id stand at that bar with my friends whove passed away
  And drink three times the beer that I can drink today
  Yes, I know how it feels to grow old
  I know what theyre saying, son
  There goes old man Joe again
  Well, I may be mad at that Ive seen enough
  To make a man go out his brains
  Well, do they know what its like to have a graveyard as a friend
  Cause thats where they are, boy, all of them
  Dont seem likely Ill get friends like that again, yeah
  Well, its time I moved off
  But its been great just listening to you
  And I might even see ya next time Im passing through
  Youre right, theres so much going on
  No one seems to want to know
  So keep well, keep well old friend
  And have another drink on me
  Just ignore all the others
  You got your memories
  You got your memories