Laurence Overmire - Old Man and a Bench lyrics

Old man sitting on a bench In the park At the edge of town. The paint is peeling The boards rotting away From years of pelting from the rain But he calls it “friend” This lifeless stone and weathered pine. It gives him respite At the close of day Puts his weary limbs to rest And brings a smile to his leathered face. They sit together The bench and he Two lost companions Fading in the darkness Of the setting sun.