Dear girl, I'm here on the edge I'm sitting here on the edge of the bench I always come when there's nobody here But wouldn't it, dear, be nice if you
Loved me, there's nobody else I'm like a car with the battery down And so I sit on the edge of the bench Eating my lunch, like broken hearts say:
They're always like me True, I haven't a chance Yes, I feel like a bee When the flowers are gone
Wednesday I pay all my bills I take the bus 'cause I don't like the hills And if I happen to see you again The driver's my friend, and he tells me:
Say, they're always like me True, I haven't a chance Yes, I feel like a bee When the flowers are gone
Someday I'll go far away But then I'll sit on the edge of the bench And think of you when I'm breathing the air And with every breath, I wish it was you.