Interpret:

Gordon Lightfoot

Album:

The Way I Feel

Oh, the neon lights were flashin' 
And the icy wind did blow
The water seeped into his shoes 
And the drizzle turned to snow
His eyes were red, his hopes were dead 
And the wine was runnin' low
And the old man came home
From the forest 


His tears fell on the sidewalk 
As he stumbled in the street
A dozen faces stopped to stare 
But no one stopped to speak
For his castle was a hallway 
And the bottle was his friend
And the old man stumbled in 
From the forest 


Up a dark and dingy staircase 
The old man made his way
His ragged coat around him 
As upon his cot he lay
And he wondered how it happened 
That he ended up this way
Getting lost like a fool 
In the forest 


And as he lay there sleeping 
A vision did appear
Upon his mantle shining 
The face of one so dear
Who'd loved him in the springtime 
Of a long-forgotten year
When the wildflowers did bloom 
In the forest 


She touched his grizzled fingers 
And she called him by his name
And then he heard the joyful sound 
Of children at their games
In an old house on a hillside 
In some forgotten town
Where the river runs down 
From the forest 


With a mighty roar the big jet soars 
Above the canyon streets
And the con men con but life goes on 
For the city never sleeps
And to an old forgotten soldier 
The dawn will come no more
For the old man has come home
From the forest