I hope that bench warm enough for you sir I’ve been keeping it so I like reading as i light a heater on these seats Catch them while their hot as I stand and man my station

There is no job too small or too great I am human hopelessness, devoid of dreams I like to read atop well crafted lumber and find meaning of my being here Warming these seats

Maybe I make them easier to sit on what if thats my purpose To make your dreams easier to sit through

I like to read Magazine, newspapers you name it Whatever keeps me here longer, useful I like to read Because i see my self in these books and inside I ain’t sitting down

I’m about as jumpy as you And I see my self running and I’m fast Like real fast I see these seats and no one’s sitting on em You know? We’re all running real fast