Old Wild Men

                                  Where are my boys?

They are in deepest water

Where are they now?

They are over the hill and far away

But they are broken men who lie low

Waiting for miracles 



Old men of rock and roll

Came bearing music

Where are they now?

They are over the hill and far away

But they're still gonna play guitars

On dead strings, and old drums

They'll play and play to pass the time

The old wild men

Old wild men

Old wild men, waiting for miracles 



Lord have mercy upon the many

Lord have mercy upon the few

Lord have mercy upon the many

Lord have mercy on me and on you