St. Peter's Rendezvous

It's been a long, hard winter, my friend,
Seemed to get here early this year
And the old man knows, it's the end of the road
Still he don't feel no pain
And if I could, I would pack my things and walk
Not to hear those words again
When he said, "Yeah, you gotta be somebody,"
That's what he always says, but now
The old man is sleeping again
Probably dreaming of the dreams that never came true
We never had too much to say
[Chorus:]
His cigarette burned down to the end,
Wondering what he's gonna do
He knows he's gonna be early
For St. Peter's rendezvous
Hey, they're tearing our old town apart
Closing down the railways
And there is no love lost between us at this time
And no words that could explain
He just say, "Hey, I weren't born yesterday,"
That's what he liked to say, but now
The old man is sleeping again
Probably dreaming of the things that can never be
Pity, we still ain't got much to say
[Chorus]
He just say, "Yeah, you gotta be somebody,"
That's what he always says, but now
The old man is sleeping again
Probably dreaming of the things that can never be
Pity, we still ain't got much to say
[Chorus]