[Verse] It’s got a groove worn deep where I always sit, A plank that creaks, but it don’t quit. The paint’s peeled back to the bare old wood, Time’s carved its name like I never could. [Prechorus] Under the elm, where the wind runs free, It holds my weight, and my history. [Chorus] My favorite bench, where the world slows down, Where the crickets sing, and the stars come ‘round. It don’t ask much, just gives me rest, My favorite bench, it knows me best. [Verse 2] I’ve watched the sun bleed red, then fade, Dreamed of a life I’d yet to make. I’ve cried for love, I’ve laughed with ghosts, That bench has seen what I cherish most. [Prechorus] The grain of the wood feels like an old friend’s hand, A place to sit, a place to stand. [Chorus] My favorite bench, where the world slows down, Where the crickets sing, and the stars come ‘round. It don’t ask much, just gives me rest, My favorite bench, it knows me best.
