(Tony HaseldenTim Mensy)



On a park bench the old man

Sat and stared into yesterday

I sat down beside him and said

"Thank God for this quite place

Between the wife and teh kids, the TV and the phone

It seems there's something always goin' on"

He said, "Son, if you think this is quite

You should follow me home"



'Cause you ain't heard nothin' yet

'Til you've lived in a house by yourself

When silence is all you've got left

In the rooms where your babies have slept

So don't wish for something you will regret

'Cause you ain't heard nothin' yet



The old man kept talkin'

Painting pictures from his memories

Did he drag out his past for himself

Or was it for me

His eyes came alive, he spoke of dancing with his wife

And playing ball with his two little boys

He said, "Son, what I hear is music, you're callin' noise"



'Cause you ain't heard nothin' yet

'Til you've lived in a house by yourself

When silence is all you've got left

In the rooms where your babies have slept

So don't wish for something you will regret

'Cause you ain't heard nothin' yet



We'll all rest in peace, on that you can bet

Oh, you ain't heard nothin' yet