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 hills and far away
But they're still gonna play guitars
On dead strings
And old drums
They'll play and pay to pass the time
The old wild men
The old wild men
The 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 |