He retired on a Wednesday
When the call came through
Said, "So long to the highway
And that old blacktop crew"
He made his way to the mountains
Where she was waiting up
Been 50 years and counting
Banking more than luck
They spent the night on the front porch
Weighing every chance
He said that old clock's ticking
Better learn to dance
They drove him out to the desert
Seeking nothing new
He tried the cures in the valley
And religion, too
He cursed the cold and the wood stoves
'Neath the church house vents
He fought the heat and the horseflies
In revival tents
And later on that winter
When it took its hold
He saw the man in the mirror
Beaten up and old
And the kids came often
And the grandkids, too
Bringing all those groceries
Crying "I love you"
They wiped the tears from their faces
Said, "Tell me, what is wrong?"
I'm still the same old baby
Stuck in Vietnam
And gave way to the silence
And the chilly night
That little house on Primrose
Had never been so quiet
And they gathered 'round the bedside
Speaking holy words
They say, "The soul, it lingers"
That's what I've always heard
And he stared up through the ceiling
At the Universe
Speeding past old memories
In a spirit hearse
He rode the waves and the static
Of their first TV
He saw the sounds of Fire line (have you turned off everything?)
And the great Ali (I'ma show you how great I am)
And said, "I can feel it coming
I'm a nervous wreck
I wonder where I'm going?
I wonder what comes next?"
