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Second Street and Broadway, theres a little bus stop Just an ordinary downtown of a city just around the block Jay picks up a six-string, he starts to sing the blues Plays the King, a little bit of old school, and a couple of new ones too See, back where hes from theres this girl that broke his heart That blonde hair and giggle just tore that boy apart So he drive into the city where he flat out disappeared Second Street and Broadway in a town not far from here He sings a song that he wrote for her even though shes miles and miles away And he dreams of when he held her close, yeah, cause oh how time has changed Then he switches to a minor key, but the memory wont fade away Now hes twelve cents short of a bus ride home, playing for your pocket change You can toss him a nickel, a dime, or even drop a five He dont care, hes nowhere near there, his minds in auto drive And hes thinking of that time when she held that baby cat And the poor boy sneezed the whole way home but he didnt seem to mind that And hes praying one day maybe shed love him again But he noticed the bucket, nods, and flashes you a small grin The bus pulls up but no one moves cause no one wants to leave The nights young and hes doing pretty good, pretty much everyone agrees He sings a song that he wrote for her even though shes miles and miles away And he dreams of when he held her close, yeah, cause oh how time has changed Then he switches to a minor key, but the memory wont fade away Now hes twelve cents short of a bus ride home, playing for your pocket change Couple of hours later and Jay just shakes his head All he needed was twelve cents but hes holding eighteen dollars instead Ya know everyone likes it when they start to snap along All because the love he had ended so wrong He sings a song that he wrote for her even though shes a million miles away And he dreams of when he held her close, yeah, cause oh how time has changed Then he switches to a minor key, but the memory wont fade away Now hes twelve cents short of a bus ride home, playing for your pocket change
Posted on: Thu, 21 Nov 2013 00:19:17 +0000

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