Home Of The Lame - Bench lyrics

There's a bench by the oak tree. A place where I sit at night for hours awaiting the dawn. And the neighbour's old rooster is a hoarse entired grandfather And his once so bold voice is long gone. But still he sings his song 'cause he's show must go on. And he'll always be there when we need him - as long as we feed him. He'll wake us from dreaming again.