You Ain't Heard Nothin' Yet

On a park bench the old man
Sat and stared into yesterday
I sat down beside him
Said, 'Thank God for this quite place”Between the wife and the kids, the TV and the phoneIt seems theres somethin always goin onHe said, '
Son, if you think this is quite
You should follow me home'Cause you aint heard nothin yetTil youve lived in a house by yourselfWhen silence is all youve got leftIn the rooms where your babies have sleptSo dont wish for somethin you will regretCause you aint heard nothin yetThe old man kept talkinPainting pictures from his memoriesDid he drag out his past for himselfOr was it for me?His eyes came aliveHe spoke of dancin with his wifeAnd playing ballWith his two little boysHe said, '
Son, what
I hear is music
Youre callin noise'Cause you aint heard nothin yetTil youve lived in a house by yourselfWhen silence is all youve got leftIn the rooms where your babies have sleptSo dont wish for somethin you will regretCause you aint heard nothin yetWell all rest in peace, on that you can betOh, you aint heard nothin yet