He made his way down 8th avenue
With all the same buildings and faces he knew
Stepped to the side where he always sits down
Opened up his case, the city goes out around
And there he plays
Throw him a dime he will sing you the rhymes
Of a song that he made
About his life on a street where it`s all the same
La da de day it`s all the same
Now, he has visions that lift him off his feet
Of playing great big shows up on Market Street
But just as he dreams up the screaming crowd
He wakes up on 8th Avenue and sits back down
So there he plays
But there`s no one around now to hear the sound
Of a song that he made
About his life on a street where it`s all the same
La da de day it`s all the same
But everything`s about to change
He played his last song that afternoon
To a rock, a crack in the sidewalk, and a bird he knew
Then mentioned something about being late
Took a bow and said thanks, you`ve all been great
But I can`t stay
I hope you don`t mind for I have arranged
That a cold wind take my place
Now 8th avenue
Has never been the same
La da de day...
© Andy Shelton
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