Old man Wrigley lived in that white house
Down the street where I grew up
Mama used to send me over
We struck a friendship up
I spent a few long summers
Out on his old porch swing
Lost his wife, lost his baby
Broke down and asked him one time
How you keep from going crazy
He said I'll see my wife and son
I asked him what he meant
He looked at me and smiled, said
Few years later I was off at college
Talkin' to mom on the phone one night
Getting all caught up on the gossip
The ins and outs of the small town life
She said oh by the way son, hmm,
I laid there thinkin' back
Thought 'bout a couple long lost summers
I didn't know whether to cry or laugh
If there was ever anybody
deserved a ticket to the other side
It'd be that sweet old man
who looked me in the eye, said
I can't quote quote the book
You can't tell me it all ends
In a slow ride in a hearse
You know I'm more and more convinced
No, this can't be all there is
