Under the bridge i saw the old man again I call him the old man and the chance What is the color of his eyes, i can't tell It looks like a watercolored dance Under the breeze he wears a smile called mary jane A shawl that he once found in spain He never asks for nothing, he's a busy man He's the best story-teller of this land He's the best one of this land And i say my oh my, if the gods are kind, One day i'll know 'bout the shawl and the smile Under the grey i saw the old man again We talked like two old friends on a walk He said we always learn about our sores and pain I started to believe i'd never fall And i wrote it on the wall And i say my oh my, if the gods are kind, One day i'll know what he meant when he sang Go and find your own punchline Go and find, live your life Under the bridge i saw the old man tonight We tasted a silence for a while And then he said to me you're ready little kite Don't worry the world is on your side. Little kite, enjoy the flight Find a shawl, a smile, a friend. I'll always be your old man