Les Racquet Old Man Reefer lyrics

stubborn old man comes to grips with his mortality announces that he's dying to his stubborn family and returns to the yard the basement and the attic he is following a never-ending trail of yellow post it notes
he's dialing my number on the world's largest keyboard he paces out and back again the distance of the cord i would get him alone approach him like a son just an upstanding drug user to a potential one Oh
motivation is just a thing I need
but all alone useless like remembering to breathe
i was the only one who would bring the man some weed

his khakis high and belted with his teeshirt tucked inside he didn't speak but he looked at me like “somethings on your mind” a massive swarm of butterflies appeared within that instant i brushed em off i chose my words i revealed the bag of plastic oh
finally he spoke to me after what seemed eternity i have always wanted one of these