As I walk on the downtown street
I stop to hear this stranger play
He strums the guitar
And his lyrics blow me away
You can hear his pain in every word
I’m hearing his life story standing on this curb
He’s a homeless man just trying to survive through music
I can’t believe I’m hearing such a masterpiece of acoustics
I sit there and listen to the entire song
I hand him a few dollars and walk on
I’ll never forget hearing such a wonderful song
Sep 18, 2011
Sep 18, 2011 at 5:18 PM UTC
As I walk on the downtown street
I stop to hear this stranger play
He strums the guitar
And his lyrics blow me away
You can hear his pain in every word
I’m hearing his life story standing on this curb
He’s a homeless man just trying to survive through music
I can’t believe I’m hearing such a masterpiece of acoustics
I sit there and listen to the entire song
I hand him a few dollars and walk on
I’ll never forget hearing such a wonderful song
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