Dust on the Saddle

There's a house on the corner,

curtains drawn tight,

An old man sits waiting,

most every night,

The phone doesn't ring

like it used to before,

And nobody's knocking on his door.

He raised up his children,

worked all his life,

Buried his brothers,

and buried his wife,

Now the days stretch on longer

than they did before,

And nobody's knocking on his door.

If you're lonely, I hear you,

I see you, I know,

There's a world full of people who love you but don't show,

So I'm walking on over,

I won't wait no more,

I'm gonna knock, I'm gonna knock on your door.

It don't take much,

just a minute or two,

A phone call, a visit,

a "how are you?"

The smallest of kindness

can carry so far,

For a soul who's forgotten

how loved that they are.

So to every old soul

sitting quiet in the dark,

You still matter, you still leave a mark,

We've been busy, we've been blind,

but not anymore,

We're gonna knock, we're gonna knock on your door.

If you're lonely, I hear you,

I see you, I know,

There's a world full of people who love you but don't show,

So I'm walking on over,

I won't wait no more,

I'm gonna knock, I'm gonna knock on your door.

So call up your neighbor,

go visit your gran,

Sit down for tea,

hold an old, weathered hand,

Nobody should feel like they're forgotten no more,

So go on — go knock on that door.

If you're lonely, I hear you,

I see you, I know,

There's a world full of people who love you but don't show,

So I'm walking on over,

I won't wait no more,

I'm gonna knock, I'm gonna knock on your door,

Yeah, I'm gonna knock on your door.