Bless me father, it's been far too many years
Since I woke without your slippery tongue inside my ear
Boy, you'd better never tell a should that I was here
I came back to hear the old man cry
I came back to hear the old man cry

You might think it fades to nothing like the sound
Of a heavy mass slamming a smaller one around
But it just keeps on coming up, and I swallow it back down
I came back to hear the old man cry
I came back to hear the old man cry

We go, we go
We go like a lamb to the flame
We come, we come for the thing that won't be saved
For the thing that won't be saved

It just keeps on coming up, and I swallow it back down
I came back to hear the old man cry
I came back to hear the old man cry
I came back to hear the old man cry
I came back to hear the old man cry