An old man on the park bench
Reaches for one more cigarette
Laughter on the grass near the trees
A girls hair blows in the breeze
A river where a boy and girl sits still
Trying to tame the waves
A strange freedom in the blue
He saw her passion in it too
The flowers fade to brown
Sitting behind the warm window pane
As the sun sets down over town
Our lives are all the same
Antique shops glitter in the sun
Footsteps pound along the street in the heat
The police cars scream behind him
He's a man on the run
The flowers fade to brown
Sitting behind the warm window pane
As the sun sets down over town
Our lives are all the same
The old man sits on the park bench again today
Where he Lights up another cigarette
He glares deep into the river
The sun tells his story yet
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An old man on the park bench
Reaches for one more cigarette
Laughter on the grass near the trees
A girls hair blows in the breeze
A river where a boy and girl sits still
Trying to tame the waves
A strange freedom in the blue
He saw her passion in it too
The flowers fade to brown
Sitting behind the warm window pane
As the sun sets down over town
Our lives are all the same
Antique shops glitter in the sun
Footsteps pound along the street in the heat
The police cars scream behind him
He's a man on the run
The flowers fade to brown
Sitting behind the warm window pane
As the sun sets down over town
Our lives are all the same
The old man sits on the park bench again today
Where he Lights up another cigarette
He glares deep into the river
The sun tells his story yet
Reaches for one more cigarette
Laughter on the grass near the trees
A girls hair blows in the breeze
A river where a boy and girl sits still
Trying to tame the waves
A strange freedom in the blue
He saw her passion in it too
The flowers fade to brown
Sitting behind the warm window pane
As the sun sets down over town
Our lives are all the same
Antique shops glitter in the sun
Footsteps pound along the street in the heat
The police cars scream behind him
He's a man on the run
The flowers fade to brown
Sitting behind the warm window pane
As the sun sets down over town
Our lives are all the same
The old man sits on the park bench again today
Where he Lights up another cigarette
He glares deep into the river
The sun tells his story yet
Writer: Dom Hunt
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid