He was tired and they called him an old man
He moved slow and one day I heard someone call him Joe
They only knew him as Joe the old man

Down by the beach,his footsteps weak as he walked through the sand
And when seagulls would fly,no one could hear him cry
And no one knew the story about Joe the old man

Late one evening as I walked by the park
I guess you could say about the time of almost dark
I saw him near a hot dog stand

As I walked his way,in his lonely eyes I could see
what lonely could really be
I said hello and then I shook his hand

As you know time has a way of passing by
And when seagulls would fly,no one could hear him cry
He moved slow and one day I heard some one call him Joe
They only knew him as Joe the old man