Joe - Scott Walker

As old Joe sat a dyin'

The baby down the hall was cryin'

Somebody had a party goin’on

The fat boy you told tales to Moved away the other day

To think with no goodbye

He could have gone

A postcard from Sun City

Was found layin’by your side

A kind of desert place

Where old folks dry away

You gazed out through the window

At the wonders of the sky

As if it were the first time every day

There ain’t no-one left alive to call me Joe

You used to say

No-one left alive

To call me Joe.

You’ve been beyond the boundaries

Understood it all

And thought of nothing

The ultimate was simple to your eyes

Just watch the world make madness

As the youth cried their replies

An old man knows far better than to try.

They say towards the end

You hardly left your shabby room

Where once you loved to go Thru’the day

Sit back and watch a spider

Weave your window

'Cross the moon

And meals on wheels

Laughed kindly

When you’d say

There ain’t no-one left alive to call me Joe

To call me Joe

No-one left alive to call me Joe.