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 Pa**ersby, feeling weak Sit through 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 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 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 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 Pa**ersby, feeling weak Sit through 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