As I sit here alone on this barstool
And stare across at the mirror
I see the old face of a fool I once knew
Who now hangs his head in despair
(chorus) I
wonder just what had to happen
To take the fire from his eyes
Was it the
loneliness of all those years
Or just
his tears when he cries
I see him through eyes blurred from drinkin’
And to many hours without sleep
I see the old face of a fool I once knew
Who seems to burnt to even care
(Who now seems to burnt to care)
His hair is all gray and matted
From sleepin’ outside in the streets
His coat is all torn and tattered
Lord, it looks like the one
Wrapped round me
(spoken) I watch him think back thru
his years, His face it looks befuddled, as he tries to place where he’s at.
I see the face of an old
fool I once knew. I just can’t remember from where.
(chorus) I wonder just what had to happen
To take the fire from his eyes
Was it the loneliness of all those years
Or just his tears when he cries
(This is one of the first songs I ever wrote. I was only about 30 years old. This was inspired by bar observations and a touch of an alcholic I once knew)
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