Who is the old woman who sits in the street
Trying to sell bits of junk just to make her ends meet?
Who is the old woman who sits under the trees
Trying to make some sense of the world that she sees?
It's a very different place to the one where she grew up
The world around her has changed so much -
She's out of sight and she's out of touch
Who is the old man on the road by the woods
Trying to raise some cash from his pitiful goods?
Who is the old man sitting all alone
With a table offering a handful of food that he's grown?
It's a very different place to the one where he grew up
He's not equipped for these new ways -
Condemned to poverty in his final days
Do you remember the old woman? Now where has she gone -
The one who couldn't keep up when the world had moved on?
Do you remember the old man who once sat in this place?
Has anyone missed him since he's gone without trace?
It's a very different place to the one where they grew up
And the new world is not so kind
To the ones who are left behind