the older men in town, they stumble on   they look down when they’re not looking back   i don’t see where they go, who they know,   why they leave and who they’re leaving      and we can’t help them with their loss   and we can’t help them with their loss      it takes a worried man to sing a worried song   I’m worried now but i won’t be worried long   no one sits at their side   they ain’t got no home in this world any longer      but we can’t help them with their loss   but we can’t help them with their loss      and i don't mind   i really don't, 'cause i barely see them