Lyrics

“Hoarder of a Different Order”
(Lyrics By Chuck Webster – Music M. Novak)

He was a hoarder of a different order
Asking questions and collecting people's thoughts
Never thinking it odd to ask beyond their borders
Finding most talked about kids, dogs and what they bought
A hoarder of a different order

Standing on a soap box gathering a crowd
Waiting until they would erupt with no concession
Folks would shout and yell their thoughts aloud
And tell him their life stories without any suggestion
A hoarder of a different order

CHORUS:
Collector of thoughts – Finding life's meaning
Collector of thought – His ideas were teeming
Collector of thoughts – He had much to unmask
Collector of thoughts – He was just never asked

What he heard was simple, all talk about another
How long people could talk without taking a breath
All at once speaking not thinking of any others
He wondered if these folks could talk until death
A hoarder of a different order

He never looked away from their eyes while listening
Gave the impression they were someone special
He would listen intently to quench his needing
Hoarding was his way of filling this vessel
A hoarder of a different order

CHORUS:

Years of collecting all the ideas that they spewed
Left him with wisdom and insights galore
He would lay back and ponder what he knew
Knowing was his passion and all that he looked for
As he thought about life and found listening his task
One thing stood out, not a question he was asked

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