Sitting on the wheel arch, in the back of that blue Ford van

One arm out the window, anchor tattoo on the back of your hand

We got some air on the bumps, on that old dirt road

You took me with you to work, until you got too old

Come back to the bench, I saw you waiting for me

Come back to the bench, it'll be fine you wait and see

Come back to the bench, is it as real as it is to me

Come back to the bench and sit, down next to me

We'd stop at the Little Chef, before we went back home

You taught me what it'd be like to drive, when I was up and grown

You do the pedals and I'll do the gears, making the memories that last for the years

Speed it up, slow it down take our time

Thought time would last forever

Come back to the bench, I saw you waiting for me

Come back to the bench, it'll be fine you wait and see

Come back to the bench, is it as real as it is to me

Come back to the bench and sit down next to me

There was a day when the van didn't show

I looked at the bench that you sat on and nose pressed against the window

Said a prayer last night, when I was all confused

Never prayed before, but I had nothing to lose

Come back to the bench and sit and wait there for me

Come back to the bench, mess around and make more memories

Come back to the bench, did you ever know you were a hero to me

Come back to the bench and sit

Come back to the bench and sit

Come back to the bench and sit

Down next to me