Lyric

Sitting on a park bench

In a town I don’t know

Can’t seem to fit the city

Or anywhere I go

Faces on the bus pass by

Sliding through the traffic flow

Where are you all headed?

Are you lonely too, do you know?

Fences rising in the park

Something’s coming soon

Men are pulling wires

Building something new

The church stands on the edge

A memory of old days

I don’t believe in anything now

Why would I change my ways?

Sirens wail far in the distance

Like they’re from another side

I sit still and watch the changes

Waiting for the shift to ride

Fences rising in the park

Something’s coming soon

Men are pulling wires

Building something new

Fences rising in the park

Something’s coming soon

Men are pulling wires

Building something new