I want to go across the river to the house on Old Way Road where my life began and ended all the same.
I remember Chris and Johnny, childhood friends of mine who grew wise enough and learned to play the game.
As I walked up to the front yard there were children playing there and I thought someday this may be my home again.
But how soon I learned my lesson, through the windows they threw stones and said there's nothing left inside Mr. Jones.
I went next door to ask the neighbors if they knew what happened here to the place where all my memories remained.
As they rang the call and tried to answer, tears rolled down their eyes but the best reply they had was made in vain.
It seems the folks that used to live there worked hard for all their means but their means could never take them to an end.
And there was hope down in the city when the bank declined their loan and now there's nothing left inside Mr. Jones.
Can't you see that it's empty now and no one really cares or even I must try to save my own.
You should turn around and get back on that lonely Old Way Road cause there's nothing left inside Mr. Jones.
There's nothing left inside Mr. Jones.
Can't you see that it's empty now and no one really cares or even I must try to save my own.
You should turn around and get back on that lonely Old Way Road cause there's nothing left inside Mr. Jones.
Going back across the river to see if I could find a place where life can start and end all the same.
But no matter where I'm going it'll dwell inside my bones that there's nothing left inside Mr. Jones.
No there's nothing left inside Mr. Jones.
No there's nothing left inside Mr. Jones.