song about my old guitar teacher
brit pop and acoustic
I am from pennsylvania
Lyrics
an old man sitting on a park bench reading the daily news . reflections of years gone by but changes that are few. jingled silver in his pocket and time is hanging near, a watch of gold a time locket thats ticking away the years.reminisant memories of friends who've come and gone. a warmthful smile a lonley tear and time keeps ticking on. clouded skies of empty blue an isolated fear, the paper says the sun will shine and tommorrow will be clear. an empty park bench splinterd and worn a paper read and torn silent silver in his pocket a watch that ticks no more. the watch of gold ran a minute slow an hour or two the next and time has stopped in the oldmans vest it's a peaceful kind of rest.
