By the Road

You sit by the side of the road
In sea-side sandals and a winter coat
Surrounded by trees overgrown
With your plastic chair on your own
You’re not looking happy or sad
You don’t look lonely, you don’t look mad
Is there someone who sleeps by your side at night
Is there someplace that you call your own
Is there someone who wants you to hold them tight
Do they know where you go when you sit by the side of the road
I don’t see a car or a bike
I wonder how you did arrive
So far away from it all
I hope you have a friend to call
Watching the world from your cloud
You don’t look up or down and low
Is there someone who sleeps by your side at night
Is there someplace that you call your own
Is there someone who wants you to hold them tight
Do they know where you go when you sit by the side of the road
So surreal, what do you know
Talk to me
What do you know that we don’t
What do you know that we don’t
Is there someone who sleeps by your side at night
Is there someplace that you call your own
Is there someone who wants you to hold them tight
Do they know where you go when you sit by the side of the road
Is there someone who sleeps by your side at night
Is there someplace that you call your own
Is there someone who wants you to hold them tight
Do they know where you go when you sit by the side of the road