The Busker Letra

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'