The Bench

One day a man sat on a bench,
Tired as can be.
He sat and watched the world go by,
But he didn't see.
Changes came on day by day,
Controlled by the powers that be.
But still he sat and still he watched.
Just the bench and he.

Flying by the memories, silent reveries...

One day he saw a golden finch,
Tired as can be.
It perched and sang as time flew by,
But it didn't see.
In the wind it began to sway,
Controlled by the powers that be.
But still it sat and still it sang.
Just the finch and he.

Flying by the memories, silent reveries...

They sat and sang forevermore on that rotting bench,
Tired as can be.
They sat and watched their lives go by,
But they didn't see.
Some days it seemed like they would pray,
Controlled by the powers that be.
But still they sang and still they watched,
On the bench with me.