LYRICS AND MUSIC BY PETE McNEILL
On a pier in New York an old man sits and wastes his time thinking of old friends and to them cards he sends And he tells them of his travels all the places he has journeyed and where he had gone wrong many times we're wrong
Well his life was just like others so he tried, he drove, he learned, and then he Made it to the top years he'd worked so hard and now he Saw that it was crazy
His life had been so busy He had worked away a lifetime to get all he had gotHe scorned romance, rest, and pleasure Played the game kept to his schedule to lose all he had not
Many miles away another man rises early, about 6 o'clock and looks through the day old mail and spots a card from an old friend but he's late for work thats all that matters
He throws the letter in the garbage catches the bus reads the morning paper and takes the elevator to his floor Sits at his desk and drinks his coffee fills out forms eyes the secretary and as always goes home at 4
On a pier in New York an old man sits and wastes his time but does he waste his time many times we're wrooooooooooong