We had an apartment in the city, Me and my wife liked living there. 17 yearsnow since the been gone A life of their own left us alone. John and Linda live in Omaha, And Joe is somewhere on the road. We lost Davy in the Korean war, And I still don't know what for, don't matter anymore. Ya' know that old trees just grow stronger, And old rivers grow wilder near the sea. Old people just grow lonesome Waiting for someone to say, "Hello in there, hello." Me and wife, we don't talk much more, She sits and stares through the back door screen. And all the news just repeats itself Like some forgotten dream that we've both seen. Someday I'll go and call up Rudy, We worked together at the factory. But what could I say if asks "What's new?" "Nothing, what's with you? Nothing much to do." Ya' know that old trees just grow stronger, And old rivers grow wilder near the sea. Old people just grow lonesome Waiting for someone to say, "Hello in there, hello." So if you're walking down the street sometime See some hollow ancient eyes, Please don't just pass 'em by and stare As if you didn't care, say, "Hello in there, hello."