A heavy, personal blues story with a weeping slide guitar and echoing background voices.
The lyrics tell of a long life of waiting, unfulfilled promises, and quiet talks with neighbors and a one-eyed cat.
A slow, melancholic, soulful atmosphere – like a confession on a small stage under dim light.
A friend told me…
that I remind him of someone… who knows someone rich.
Mmm-hmm.
“Well then,” I told him,
tightening the pants I borrowed —
what good does that do me?
Yeah… what good… huh.
He added… he said he can see it —
right there in my eyes —
that I got a kind heart,
mmm… yeah.
And that in the end — yes, in the end —
“something good will come of it.”
Really?
Five decades… maybe more…
behind me, Lord.
Where is that “end”?
What exactly… what the hell am I waiting for now?
My neighbor… she makes cucumber soup.
She says it’s good for my health.
Mmm. You don’t say.
She puts it by my door,
and sometimes — she asks me
if I can sit with her… just a little while.
I look at that pot… steam risin’…
and I wonder…
if it’s worth the price.
In the meantime — I look at my cat.
One eye. Yeah.
And I think he’s deaf too.
But he stares at me…
with that honest, quiet gaze.
And he don’t promise me nothin’.
No sir.
It’s a strange world —
so strange…
So many promises…
from all kinds of people
who don’t really know me.
No… uh-uh.
They don’t know me…
but they sure got things to say.
Yeah… they got things to say.
Things to say…
Things to say… yeah…
