An old woman walked up to me as I sang on the corner of the street
Claiming "your voice is that of an angel, please keep singing"
And she gave me a dollar and walked on.

A young boy on a skateboard rode up on my side of the street and listened to me sing
he said "your voice is made of golden sunshine, please keep singing"
he gave me two dollars and rode away.

A teacher of music then walked up to my corner
He told me, "your voice is worthy of a scholarship. please let my school have your voice"
And he gave me his card and a five dollar bill.

And walked away.

The funny part though is that they were listening to a dead girl sing.
The songs were my last farewells
For I sang from my departed soul and from nowhere else,
And I went home and laid down to die.