[Intro]
         
             


[Verse 1]
       
You'll always 

hear me say "H

ello, Ma'am"

"Thank you", "Good mornin'", "Lookin' fine"

It's all those

 old folks lef

t here waiting
              
That left my h

             
eart into my m

ind


[Chorus 1]
             
It's a sad, sa

  
d feeling
             
To still be ar

ound


[Verse 2]

On every sunny

 Sunday mornin

g

All golden-aged and sittin' in

Comes out to p

utter in the s

unshine
              
And shuffle th

              
rough his deck

    
 of bins


[Chorus 2]
             
It's a sad, sa

  
d feeling
             
To still be ar

ound
             
And it's the s

              
ame old tired 


park bench
        
Nobody's found


[Verse 3]

Soft wrinkled 

stories if you

 listen

About the lazy days back when

Your mom and d

ad were little

 babies
              
And he had fri

              
ends still liv

    
in' then


[Chorus 3]
             
It's a sad, sa

  
d feeling
             
To still be ar

ound
             
And it's the s

              
ame old tired 


park bench
        
Nobody's found
             
There was a tr

              
ee put there f

   
or shading
              
That they cut 


down


[Verse 4]

The fields he 

loved got turn

ed to highways

From horse to car to plane to moon

Staying well m

eant that he f

eels older
              
Yet none of hi

              
s kids have th

  
e room


[Chorus 4]
             
It's a sad, sa

  
d feeling
             
To still be ar

ound
             
And it's the s

              
ame old tired 


park bench
        
Nobody's found
             
There was a tr

              
ee put there f

   
or shading
              
That they cut 


down
             
And his old sh

              
oes had worn a

 
 spot there
              
From grass to 


ground


[Outro]