Track 4 of the EP Curtains Half Open · 2014
The Busker Under the Clock
“A busker under the station clock at five, opening his case like a shopkeeper. Somebody's got to open the day.”
jazz-pop · groove jazz · lounge pop · 2:48
Lyrics
Under the station clock at five He opens up his case A battered horn, a hat on the stones And a smile on his weathered face The commuters hurry past him Umbrellas, coats and haste But one by one their shoulders drop And their footsteps slow to taste Play it, play it, busker under the clock Make the whole wide platform sway Play it, play it, till the last train's gone Give us one good song today A coin falls in, a dollar bill A child begins to dance The old man plays like he's got all night And he gives the street a chance Play it, play it, busker under the clock Make the whole wide platform sway Play it, play it, till the last train's gone Give us one good song today He never asks for more than this A moment, and a nod The city hums along with him And for a bar it's not so hard Play it, play it, busker under the clock Make the whole wide platform sway Play it, play it, till the last train's gone Give us one good song today Under the clock at five One good song today