Lyrics

"sitting on a bench"

(words & music by ron leary © 2008)

sittin on a bench
with some dead man’s name carved in
contemplatin life
in the scorchin hot sun
it’s a lonely man’s paradise
down by the riverside
beatin down the path folks
tryin to get themselves in shape again

always meant to invest in a pair of shades
cover up the eyes and wherever they gaze
oh i know it ain’t right
just keep breakin my neck each time
she passes by
there goes another one
there’s always another one
and they always just keep goin by
bye bye

you know there’s folks sittin at home
with their curtains all drawn closed
pullin on a sweater
tryin to warm up those air-conditioned bones
but hey why not turn on the nature station
and remind yourself there are birds in the sky
and people outside livin normal lives

just sittin on a bench
with some dead man’s name carved in