You'll find the old man where he always is
Fillin' that broke down lazy boy chair
Staring at the empty TV screen
As though he's seeing ghosts there
Don't know why you bother coming by
Every day he's sunk a little further down
Recalls the names of all his buddies from the war
But his own kids' faces are strangers to him now
I know the world's grown cold and hard for everyone out there
Not lookin' for pity, or whinin' life ain't fair
But it's like we slaved our lives away, backs bent, eyes on the ground
Too busy surviving to see the twister roaring down
Good thing that he can't get around no more
When the temper's on him X and he swings that hand
Thinking I'm some monster X from when he was a kid
Come back from the dead to haunt him at the end
I know the world's grown cold and hard for everyone out there
Not lookin' for pity, or whinin' life ain't fair
But it's like we slaved our lives away, backs bent, eyes on the ground
Too busy surviving to see the twister roaring down
Not much to show for all these years together
A roof over our heads, and enough to get by on
But we always paid our way, and pride is one thing they can't take
At least til after you're gone
It's like we slaved our lives away, backs bent, eyes on the ground
Too busy surviving to see the twister roaring down
Too busy surviving to see the twister roaring down
Too busy surviving