'Cause I'm just an old fella who loves sittin' on the side walk next to the dusty street in the heat of the summer. The kids don't talk to me. They swear I'm crazy. I'd like to tell them to take it easy. Every morning's the same for me. The bed sheets have fallen off of me. Just enough light to make it to the bathroom. Everything's glowing. The sun is now showing. And everything makes perfect sense to me. 'Cause I'm just an old fella who loves sittin' on the side walk waving at the traffic as it rolls by in front of me. Now Chuck, he speaks to me. I think he's a good man. He runs the store good. I like the smell. I sit around, foreign me. I'm older.