You may have seen me along the way
I am the quiet man, I'm quiet every day
I've got a story that I dare not speak
Passersby feeling weak
Sit the fall and through the spring and the summer
On this bench in the park
I try to stay inside, away in the winter
The evenings are too dark

Have a seat by my side, I'm the quiet man
I won't talk, i won't tell
Tell me what's been on your mind, let me take your hand
Let me know, I'm the wishing well