The Busker

歌詞

There's a cool breeze 'cross the southerly seas I stay and I go and do as I please My, my What'll I do with you? My, my It's a long haul From New York to St. Paul The higher the hopes the further the fall The Vietnam Vets They're mending their nets While the storm clouds pass up above Young girls leave a plume Of their mother's perfume They're hungry for someone to love There's a busker on fore street Playing for change Singing, 'Angie' And 'People are Strange'