Talking Old Soldiers

Why hello, say, can I buy you another glass of beer?
Well, thanks a lot, that's kind of you,
It's nice to know you care.
These days there's 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, that's right,
You can see me here most every night;
You'll always see me staring
At the walls and at the lights,
Funny I remember – oh it's years ago I'd say –
I'd stand at that bar
With my friends who've 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 they're saying son,
There goes old mad Joe again;
Well, I may be mad at that, I've seen enough
To make a man go out his brains;
Well, do they know what it's like
To have a graveyard as a friend?
'Cos that's where they are, boy, all of them
Don't seem likely I'll get friends like that again

Well, it's time I moved off,
But it's been great just listening to you;
And I might even see yer next time I'm passing through –
You're right, there's 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've got your memories.