April 5, 2009

Busker (lyric)

He'll never make a record
Or play any big stage
And the only hit he'll ever have
Comes in a ten-dollar bag
But he's playing to a captive crowd
Of thousands tonight
In the 14th Street train station
Of the downtown-bound F-line

His songs never will get played
On the radio
But you're probably heard his voice before,
Though I bet you'd never know.
Sometimes, he sounds like Dylan
Sometimes, he sounds like Waits
Ah, you probably never noticed him,
You were busy, or running late

His fingernails are dirty
But his notes all come out clean
When a coin falls, it makes a sound
Like a sleepy tambourine
And for your kindness, he will add
A new lyric to an old refrain
"Thank you, brother," "thank you, sir,"
"Thank you, darlin'," "thank you, ma'am."

He'll never make a record
Or play any big stage
And the only hit he'll ever have
Comes in a ten-dollar bag
But he's playing to a captive crowd
Of thousands tonight
In the 14th Street train station
Of the downtown-bound F-line.

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