old school

he picks up the glass
cuz its his best defense
against a world that no longer makes any sense
to a man who was hard
cuz he had to be
in another time
in another place
and its seems that hes always
a step behind
he cant walk straight
between these lines
and the kids look at him like he's just a fool
old school

he smiles at the lady
who pours his drink
and reminds him of someone.
she smiles back.
he says "thanks",
and as she turns away.
time stands still for a moment.
he takes a sip
thinking, "I'm such a tool",
she don't what its like to be
old school

and the music thats playin
is his
it was
the best ever heard
and they still think its cool
and they listen
not knowing
that what they are hearing is
different
for a guy who was there
and lived in the time
when it was new,
When the anthems were changing
but the faith was still true
to a man
in the sweat
and the blood of it.

So he picks up the glass
that's his only defense
against a world that no longer
makes any sense
and he wonders
if anyone
looking at him
was ever so lucky
and the lines on his face
tell the story
of that other time
of that other place
but the kids look at him like he's just a fool
old school