Old Rodriguez doesn’t look so hot
He doesn’t come around anymore
And he sleeps all the time

He went back to the war
In the South Pacific Islands
He flew in gliders at night
And watched the natives for their warning sign

That’s my grandad
He lived a century long
And towards the end there
He traveled back in time

He went back to the ranch
And reconnected with his old man
He worked the fields in the day
Then home to dinner with his mother

Then there are the ones that go too soon
We live in the silence of their wake
And I know we’ll be there soon
But in the silence of their wake
Is where we live

I wonder if he ever heard about
Ever heard about cargo cults
If I could I would’ve asked him myself
Did you ever hear of cargo cults