Park Bench
Wake up on a park bench, take a look around
Wonder where you're going
But you don't know how you found your way there!
Nor do you care, no you don't care
La-La-La-La, La-La-La-La
You're feelin' so amused, you're living life without your shoes
You've got your feet onto the ground
I think you've got it figured out from here on out, now!
Wake up in the darkness, look up to the sky
Think about what's out there with the sudden urge to
Find the reasons why, we live and die, tears fill the eye!
Wah-wah-wah-wah, la-la-la-la
You're feelin' so confused, you're living life to pay your dues
And you've got your feet onto the ground
And you can turn this all around, don't scream nor shout, now!
La-La-La-La, oh!
My helping hand
La-La-La-La
It's so simple helping fellow man, in need
Now, you've had your sense of home
And it's time for you to go
For I cannot pay the bills with this gift of Palo Santo!
Out of my apartment, no more sleeping on my couch
Think about the madness
But the world still spins and learns and turns around
You make your rounds, I'll make my sounds!
La-La-La-La, La-La-La-La
You're feelin' so amused, you're living life without your shoes
And you've got your feet onto the ground
I think you've got it figured out from here on out, now!
Wonder where you're going
But you don't know how you found your way there!
Nor do you care, no you don't care
La-La-La-La, La-La-La-La
You're feelin' so amused, you're living life without your shoes
You've got your feet onto the ground
I think you've got it figured out from here on out, now!
Wake up in the darkness, look up to the sky
Think about what's out there with the sudden urge to
Find the reasons why, we live and die, tears fill the eye!
Wah-wah-wah-wah, la-la-la-la
You're feelin' so confused, you're living life to pay your dues
And you've got your feet onto the ground
And you can turn this all around, don't scream nor shout, now!
La-La-La-La, oh!
My helping hand
La-La-La-La
It's so simple helping fellow man, in need
Now, you've had your sense of home
And it's time for you to go
For I cannot pay the bills with this gift of Palo Santo!
Out of my apartment, no more sleeping on my couch
Think about the madness
But the world still spins and learns and turns around
You make your rounds, I'll make my sounds!
La-La-La-La, La-La-La-La
You're feelin' so amused, you're living life without your shoes
And you've got your feet onto the ground
I think you've got it figured out from here on out, now!
Credits
Writer(s): Griffin Thomas Swank
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