Perhaps I should have waited friend, for you got things on the mind. If I were to go grab a bite, stop by, would you still be singing? The world will echo in the architecture. I'll wait on a street corner and throw nickels into an instrument case. I know the world wants to hear her sing. The streets will know my name. One day should I intercept you, friend, I will know to go. Always wondering what I got on the mind. The sidewalk will miss these steps, yes they will. Please don't go away. I will leave powerful images of city, of present, And like the ghosts that sleep these streets, I'll retire. Lord, I'm making music nobody wants to hear.
Reason for writing:
for the simple raeson of writing.
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