Liner Notes
The Bench is Pops Tima at his most distilled — no sermon, no showdown, no dramatic reckoning. Just stillness. Where the world expects urgency, argument, or explanation, he offers none. The song rests in a quiet truth: answers don’t need chasing. They arrive, they leave, and wisdom is learning not to lunge at either.
In Thunderhole Bay, the bench isn’t a retreat — it’s a vantage point.
Lyrics
Verse 1
World kept movin’, I stayed still,
Didn’t feel like losin’ ground.
Figured I’d be there alone awhile…
World came back and sat right down.
Verse 2
It expected I’d want answers,
But silence was my word.
World kept fidgetin’ beside me,
Like stillness struck a nerve.
Verse 3
Looked on over and then looked back,
Held the silence on my face,
Nothin’ inside needing sayin’,
No need to defend my space.
Verse 4
I don’t reach for answers anymore,
I just make room for them.
Answers come and answers go,
I let ’em come and let ’em end.