My Home

Well I feel just like a stranger in this town You don't know me but I've always been around I been sittin' on this park bench nearly every day People walk by but they have nothing to say
Well if you'll notice I'm out here sunshine or rain In my face you'll see the loneliness and pain I've got no one else to talk to, so I talk to myself But this pride-filled lonely old man won't ask your help
I need to find a place to rest Maybe a big old house with a fireplace so warm It's wishful thinking I confess But it's not easy to call this here park bench my home