Testo di The Old Soldier

She used to call me Daddy But she was so glad she Left me for someone he was Rich but not too funny Why do I come to these things? It always makes me think of Marion Come to these places and talk about commies It's all about money I could never give her the things she wanted But I never thought she'd leave me for money God, it's hot I can still feel her body underneath my hands Still feel the breath on my neck Still feel the slight dampness of her perspiration On her silky wrist I can't do it again I can't come to another one of these ridiculous reunions And watch old men getting drunk on nostalgia Reliving their imaginary glory And making me realize that I must look exactly like them It's too painful I need the illusions of an aging safety equipment salesman Whose young but not so bright wife Is willing more than to tolerate his unpleasant but harmless Flights of fancy At least she's mine