Lyrics

BUSKER

Can you hear my voice
Carried on the air
Crying out the truth
for all who are passing there

Can you hear me?
From the doorways
The tubeway hallways
The subway walkways

So drop a coin into my cup
Pay a petty price to feel the sin of pride
Don't cross the street to avoid my eye
'cos the guilt is going to get you in the dead of night
I'm not a beggar or a bum and you know
That my living comes from singing
My living comes from singing to you.

Can you hear the sound
Carried on the air
Busker singing loud
The truth for those who care

Can you hear them?
The songs of love and
The songs of war and
Of you and me