"Echo Park" by Keith Barbour

Its the morning sun will rise
By the glasses for his eyes
Arent what they used to be
Picks up the clothes hes worn so long
On the bureau sits the picture of a lady
And the mural of a man whos been gone so many years
He only walks in Echo Park
Cause thats the best he can do morning till dark

Wonder if hell be there this time next spring
Listen to the children play
Reminds him of the days many years ago
Thoughts of a child he held prone
And memories of a letter
We regret to inform you your son will not be coming home
Old man tell me are there fears
Do you measure life in years
Or is one day all youll ever know
The old man walks in Echo Park
Cause thats the best he can do morning till dark

Wonder if hell be there this time next spring
 good man
And I try to see the love
Wish I may wish I might
 things that are right