[Intro]                         [Verse 1] You’ll always hear me say "Hello Ma’am" "Thank you" "Good mornin’" "Lookin’ fine" It’s all those old folks left here waiting That left my heart into my mind [Chorus 1] It’s a sad sad feeling To still be around [Verse 2] On every sunny Sunday morning All golden-aged and sittin’ in Comes out to putter in the sunshine And shuffle through his deck of bins [Chorus 2] It’s a sad sad feeling To still be around And it’s the same old tired park bench Nobody’s found [Verse 3] Soft wrinkled stories if you listen About the lazy days back when Your mom and dad were little babies And he had friends still livin’ then [Chorus 3] It’s a sad sad feeling To still be around And it’s the same old tired park bench Nobody’s found There was a tree put there for shading That they cut down [Verse 4] The fields he loved got turned to highways From horse to car to plane to moon Staying well meant that he feels older Yet none of his kids have the room [Chorus 4] It’s a sad sad feeling To still be around And it’s the same old tired park bench Nobody’s found There was a tree put there for shading That they cut down And his old shoes had worn a spot there From grass to ground [Outro]