While walking down a lonely road
I came upon a man
sitting in a rocking chair
staring at his hand

Have you ever touched the sky
Or seen the stars with just one eye
have you ever seen the tide
wash away all it can hide

have you ever just sat and stare
at things you thought were never there
or seen a lark with chicks to feed
darting here and there with seed

I turned to see of what he spoke
then turned to answer this old bloke
I looked again no one was there
just an old, old, old rocking chair
rocking
             rocking
                          rocking