Song Description

Story song about a stranger and the surmises we make about people.

Lyrics

I pass an old lady on an old wooden bench
Every Tuesday at just about noon
She is primly dressed with an expectant face
Someone will pick her up soon
I feel suddenly sad but I can?t tell you why
She (just) always looks so alone
Carefully contained I just pass her on by
Every Tuesday at just about noon

Never assume, never assume
I tell myself never assume
She?s doing just fine, waiting for him
Every Tuesday at just about noon

They were married in the first blush of love
One beautiful Tuesday in June
They struggled and fought and build their lives
But it all ended too soon
Now their kids are all grown, raising kids of their own
Too busy to visit right now
And he is gone and she sits all alone
Every Tuesday at just about noon

Never assume, never assume
I tell myself never assume
She?s doing just fine, waiting for him
Every Tuesday at just about noon

This week I passed by that old wooden bench
On Tuesday at just about noon
No one was there, it was abandoned and bare
I thought, she?ll be coming out soon
Afraid and aware, I thought about her
And that long ago wedding in June
We had never talked, but she seemed like a friend
On Tuesdays at just about noon

Never assume, never assume
I told myself, never assume
She?s doing just fine, waiting for him
On Tuesday at just about noon