Track 5 of the album The Third Chair · 2015
The Fiddler Under the Bridge Light
“Every city has a fiddler under a bridge, and every one of them knows more about this business than I do. I tried to sing like I was standing in the lamplight listening.”
jazz ballad · busker ballad · nostalgic ballad · 4:26
Lyrics
Under the bridge where the lamplight pools There's a fiddler every night He plays for the river and the passing shoes And the moon when it shines just right I walked on by for a hundred nights With my coat pulled up to my chin Then one cold evening the tune caught my heel And I let the sorrow in Play me slow, fiddler, play me home Under the bridge light Play me the things that I can't say Into the quiet night Nobody asked you to stay so late Nobody paid the fee But you play like someone is listening And tonight, that someone is me I dropped a coin in the open case He nodded without a word And the song that he played for the next little while Was the loveliest I ever heard Maybe he plays for a love long gone Maybe he plays for none Maybe the strings hold a thousand nights And the music knows each one Play me slow, fiddler, play me home Under the bridge light Play me the things that I can't say Into the quiet night Nobody asked you to stay so late Nobody paid the fee But you play like someone is listening And tonight, that someone is me Play me slow, fiddler Play me home