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Time and time again
Somebody walks into my life
Asking me to rethink what seems plain
Gonna tell a story
About a man I met down south
Who made me rethink everything again

He was sitting on a marble bench
With kindness in his eyes
Like he was just there waiting for the bus
Seeing him right there like that
Just took me by surprise
Like there was no one there but us

Sitting on that marble bench
With everything he owned
I did not feel right asking him his name
It seemed like if I did
It would just make him more alone
Or maybe it would make us more the same

And written on that marble bench
In letters carved in deep
Are pledges that you know somebody made
You know they're watchwords there to guide us on
And promises to keep
As time goes by the letters start to fade

Cause he is sitting on that same hard bench
With everything he owned
With no one ever asking him his name
It seems like if they did
It would just make him more alone
But maybe it would make us more the same

There's something 'bout a marble bench
The permanence I guess
That makes the words we write there seem more real
But if we just ignore them
And not live them more or less
How are the folks we find there supposed to feel?

But what if, on that marble bench
We carved in something new
And at the end we had to sign our name
A pledge or just a promise that involved both me and you
And something about how we're all the same?

Cause he's still sitting on that marble bench
With everything he owns
And no one wants to hear him say his name
It seemed like if we did
It would just make us more alone
Or maybe it would make us more the same