Lonely Bench........staring at the wide wide world....in the park where other denizens find respite from the hustle and bustle of the city...yet he can't find any....
" There's nothing you can do
I've already started, started, started
To unwrite every song I ever wrote about you
And as you lie to my heart, my heart, my heart lies there bleeding, bleeding
But as the wounds heal it makes this thing so damned easy"
- Jamie Scott and the Town, Runaway Train
Whose the Clown now, he seemed to be mocking me. Makes me wonder too.............