The Brontosaurus Theory

I saw a man with a dog at his heels

And someday I’ll know how he feels

He had a hat with the flaps pulled down

Covering the wrinkles of an age old frown,

And all his troubles and his fears

Of the years.

 

You got to keep on above the sod

You got to Keep on living above the sod

On and on we go with the grace of God

Living above the sod

Living above the sod.

 

I caught his stare though the windshield’s glare

And suddenly it was crystal clear

Should growing old be so sad?

I had to wonder about the life that he had

Was it good or was it bad?

Through all the crying and the tears.

 

Where does he go when the sun goes down?

Does he have a house on the other side of town?

And how does he manage to live?

‘Cause life can be like a sieve,

And lets you fall so hard.

So hard to the ground.