Lyrics

Beverley Don Ablett, January, 2018


G C
Backpack slumping across his feet
Am Em
Salty tears slipping down his cheek.
C D G
Checking for coins in the vending machine

G C
Dirty gray hoodie, head hanging down
Am Em
Looking through garbage on the right side of town
C D G
Noticed by the diners with their haute cuisine.

Chorus

G7var Cadd2 G
Sitting on a bench, who will miss him?
G7var Cadd2 G
Waitin’ on a bench, no one can see?
G7var Cadd2 G Am7
Sleepin’ on a bench, could be there, or anywhere
Em D G
Lost and all alone in Beverley

They say

G C
Who gives a damn? 'Nother messed up kid.
Am Em
Get a real job, like your Daddy did.
C D G
It's hard out here, you should have known.
I say

G C
Who's the family waiting by the door?
Am Em
Who's checking time as they pace the floor?
C D G
Who's going to cry, when he’s not at home?

Chorus

Break

Chorus

G C
Take a look where he is today
Am Em
Do you think he wants to be that way?
C D G
Where can he go? What can he do?

G C
It's so easy to walk on by
Am Em
It's oh so easy not to ask, "Why?"
C D G
He’s no different, from me and you?

Chorus

Chorus

Em D G
Crying on a bench in Beverley
Em D Cadd2 G
Spirit dying on a bench in Beverley