text: The old man knows very well
  Going down by the snowbank, theres a mound
  A mound that an old man knows good
  Look who raises his shoe all over this mound
  Right over the world thats another rewind
  And its time, time, time for the last rewind
  For a broken old man and a world unkind
  He buried all his memories of home
  In an icy clump that lies beneath the ground
  No one knows how far he traveled
  Oh! I heard he walked miles from the little mound
  Can he find some shelter?
  He doesnt know to behold what the cold frost can do
  And at last till he realized hed circled back around
  Round a back circle, round a back realized
  Ice is all he was made of
  The bitter blue, and frozen through
  He went over to the mound
  Reclining down his final thoughts
  Were drifting to the time this life had shined