We had an apartment in the city
Me and my husband liked living there
It's been years since the kids have grown,
a life of their own, left us alone

John and Linda live in Omaha
Joe is somewhere on the road
We lost Davy in the Korean war
I still don't know what for, don't matter any more

You know that old trees just grow stronger,
and old rivers grow wilder every day,
but old people, they just grow lonesome
waiting for someone to say,
"Hello in there Hello"

Me and my husband, we don't talk much anymore
He sits and stares through the backdoor screen
And all the news just repeats itself
like some forgotten dream
that we've both seen

Someday I'll go and call up Judy
We worked together at the factory
Ah, but what would I say when she asks what's new?
Say, "Nothing, what's with you?
Nothing much to do"

You know that old trees just grow stronger,
and old rivers grow wilder every day,
ah, but old people, they just grow lonesome
waiting for someone to say,
"Hello in There Hello"

So if you're walking down the street sometime
and you should spot some hollow ancient eyes,
don't you pass them by and stare
as if you didn't care
Say, "Hello in there Hello"