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An old man from his chair He sits and stares at the sea But he's actually unaware that he's staring at a screen If the picture changes he thinks he's in a dream He's polite to all the nurses, he never curses He sits there dressed in a tie He's waiting there happy in a fragmented mind Never does he notice the time And these days I've had a miserable way Of looking at things And these days I've had miserable way Of looking at things And I'm not sure if it's any social disorder Or I'm just getting older But my hair is grey and I'm gaining weight And my body doesn't feel the same But god damn it I'm not getting any younger Well if we look down under we'll find bones asunder If we look down under we'll find bones asunder And I don't want to wake up on the wrong side of me And from his chair he sits and stares at the sea But he's unaware that he's actually staring at a screen Yeah, he's unaware And these days I've had a miserable way Of looking at things And these days I've had miserable way Of looking at things I've had miserable way Of looking at things And these days and these days