Old Man Park Bench

When I’m an old man sitting on a park bench will I find I lived the life I wanted

And when the wind blows will it let me know that I’ve been going the right direction Then I see you, flying over head

Why shouldn’t we get everything we ever wanted?”

At least it’s calm and clear while I’m resting here, the night says, ‘Mind if I get started’ There’s a lot to do, just a point of view but boy, it’s not for the fainthearted

Then I see you

When I’m an old man sitting on a park bench will I find I lived the life I wanted

And when the wind blows will it let me know that I’ve

been going the right direction

When I see you flying overhead

Why shouldn’t we get everything we ever wanted