Singing to myself on a bench off a highway

Asphalt heat lines dancing

Supposed to get north, I forget why

Now the cornfields are dancing

I sat down mid-morning, mid-June

Said bye to my friends, my bus will be here soon Am

And when it passed

I sat then too

What does it mean Mama?

What's it mean Mama?

If I'm content on a bench on the side of the road E

Am I gonna do things Mama?

Big things mama

If I just want to watch everyone else go-go-go

People flash their lights and pull of the road

Ask me if I have a place to go

I do a thinking thing, right up in my head

And the truth is... nope!

I found myself a friend about mid-July

He said he's got to get north, but he forgets why

He plays the banjo, I play guitar

And at night we see all the stars

If I just want to watch everyone else go-go-go

Summer comes and turns to winter, F#m7

I forgot but now remember

How to watch a season go

I have seen all types of weather

I like it best when we're together

And life is moving slow

What does it mean Mama?

What's it mean Mama?

If I'm content on a bench on the side of the road

Am I gonna do things Mama?

Big things mama

Cuz everything on the side of the road

Still grows