you may have seen me along the way i am the quiet man, i'm quiet every day i've got a story that i dare not speak passersby feeling weak sit the fall and through the spring and the summer on this bench in the park i try to stay inside, away in the winter the evenings are too dark
have a seat by my side, i'm the quiet man i won't talk, i won't tell tell me what's been on your mind, let me take your hand let me know, i'm the wishing well