Old Broken Dude

Hey Mr jones, my air is clear.
Walking on the clouds with noting else to fear,
I don't need no roach from an old broken dude.

Hey Mr jones, your car is here.
And I know it will never drive alone you're drawing near,
and after a while September is here.

And now I've lost my faith
'cause nothing is the same.
But I'll never forget your voice
the night you called my name.

Hey Mr Jones, I got nothing with you.
Things just change, there's nothing you can do
and now you pretend that you don't hear.

Hey Mr Jones, here there's nothing for you.
Your time is gone and so are you,
but it's always a pleasure to greet and old pal.

And now I've lost my faith
'cause nothing is the same.
But I'll never forget your voice
the night you called my name.

Hey Mr Jones, there's nothing for you.
Your time is gone and so are you,
but it's always a pleasure to greet and old pal.

And now I've lost my faith
'cause nothing is the same.
But I'll never forget your voice ...