Where Old Men Go
George Young, Harry Vanda
And he retires before his fire
And pulls his rug close to him
The old man dreams his only dream
Of where he goes finally
Where there's no rain
Where there's a sun shining
Where old men go finally
He feels the night of all his life
Gradually slide over him
The old man sighs, closes his eyes
And lives his dream finally
Where there's no rain
Where there's a sun shining
Where old men go finally
This means more than life to him
Where there's no rain
Where there's a sun shining
Where old men go finally
Where there's no rain
Where there's a sun shining
Where old men go finally...