mr walden Lyrics

Mr. Walden runs the weekly mail

It prints on Thursdays without fail

And Walden learned to roll his stone all by himself

And Walden found the news went dry

The day he learned to close his eyes

And realized that the world's completely still

The people are pickier with politics

Stars and celebrities are sick of starting arguments

So all the news anchors got bored

What's there to realize when theres nothing to report?

Mr. Walden

We need you

We know you hear us

But you don't seem to care

There is something you can't see

Waiting at your back door

Close your eyes and give it to the world

Mr walden leaves the printing press

And goes home to his cigarettes

And does the things one does to feel okay

His ceiling leaks his knuckles ache

He works all day without a break

And doubts they'll read his paper anyway

The people are pickier with politics

Stars and celebrities are sick of starting arguments

So all the news anchors got bored

What's there to realize when theres nothing to report?

Mr. Walden

They need you

They scream your praise

But you don't seem to hear

There is something you cant see

Waiting at your back door

Close your eyes and give it to the world

Old times

Gold mines

News of the world

Old man

No plans

Views of his world

From his house in old New Hampshire

Where his questions are never answered

Mr. Walden

I need you

You're not the sad old fool they think you are