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On a park bench the old man sat and stared into yesterday I sat down beside him said thank God for this quiet place Between the wife and the kids the tv and the phone Seems there's something always going on He said son if you think this is quiet you should follow me home You ain't heard nothin' yet Till 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' paintin' 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 remember as music you're calling noise You ain't heard nothin' yet... We'll all rest in peace on that you can bet Oh you ain't heard nothin' yet From Letras Mania