He stands on the square every day, a friendly old man. His hair is a little gray under the red ribbon of his hat. With white buttons in his skirt and the bag in his hand. He probably knows pretty well what we want to ask about sometimes. Hey, old man, can you show us the way we should go? To get to where we want to go. Hey, old man, maybe we're doing something wrong anyway. You have everything we have a hard time getting. He seems maybe tired sometimes. Who would go along? To light up a way for someone who has never been able to see. But even though he has been standing there now all these years. It seems to him like he got there yesterday. Hey, old man, can you show us the way we should go? To get to where we want to go. Hey, old man, maybe we're doing something wrong anyway. You have everything we have a hard time getting. Hey, old man, can you show us the way we should go? To get to where we want to go. Hey, old man, maybe we're doing something wrong anyway. You have everything we have a hard time getting. La la la la, la la la la