Lyrics
[Verse 1] You set your case beside the corner shop A small brass bell, a worn-out cap The bus rolls by, then slows its breath As you begin your little set [Chorus] Play that tune, let the stories sway Of the long walk home and the rent due day For a passing minute, we all belong By the curb, gathered close to your song [Verse 2] You tell of a cook who missed the last train A tailor who mended a neighbor’s coat A boy with a paper kite in the lane And the old man humming every note [Chorus] Play that tune, let the stories sway Of the long walk home and the rent due day For a passing minute, we all belong By the curb, gathered close to your song [Outro] Coins in the case, a nod, a smile You pack your stories for another mile
