Track 6 of the album Midnight Mallets · 2016
Suitcase Full of Sheet Music
“A stranger in a city he can't pronounce, with only his music for luggage. It's partly my own story, if I'm honest.”
jazz-pop · hopeful jazz · lounge pop · 2:58
Lyrics
One suitcase and a ticket in my hand A city I don't know, a street I can't pronounce The train doors open on a brand new town I step out slow and I don't look down I've got a suitcase full of sheet music And a heart that knows the tune New streets, new lights, new faces I'll be humming by the afternoon Take me in, take me in, big town I'm a stranger with a song Give me one good corner and a morning And I'll sing till I belong A narrow room above a bakery The window shows me rooftops and the rain I hang my coat and set my little lamp A new town starts with one small flame I've got a suitcase full of sheet music And a heart that knows the tune New streets, new lights, new faces I'll be humming by the afternoon Take me in, take me in, big town I'm a stranger with a song Give me one good corner and a morning And I'll sing till I belong Nobody here knows my name But the pavement knows my shoes I'll walk it every evening Till the whole street sings the blues I've got a suitcase full of sheet music And a heart that knows the tune New streets, new lights, new faces I'll be humming by the afternoon Take me in, take me in, big town I'm a stranger with a song Give me one good corner and a morning And I'll sing till I belong One suitcase, one small lamp And I'll sing till I belong