Track 7 of the album Lullabies for Grown-Ups · 2010
The Man Who Carried My Case
“A true story about a stranger who lifted my case up a flight of stairs and vanished. I never thanked him properly, so this is the thank you.”
acoustic · story-song · warm acoustic · 3:35
Lyrics
Rain on the platform, stairs going up A suitcase too heavy, a hand with no luck He didn't say much, he just reached for the strap And I let him, the way you do when you're tired We climbed to the top and he set it down Tipped his old cap and he turned for the town I called out my thanks to his back in the crowd He lifted one hand and was gone Oh, the kindness of strangers is quiet and quick It asks for no name and it doesn't stay long But I carry it still, like a case with a handle The man who carried mine along I think of him sometimes on a heavy day When somebody's struggling along the way I step off the curb with my own two hands And I reach for the strap Oh, the kindness of strangers is quiet and quick It asks for no name and it doesn't stay long But I carry it still, like a case with a handle The man who carried mine along I never learned his name I never saw his face again But somewhere a stair is a little less steep Because of the way he leaned in Oh, the kindness of strangers is quiet and quick It asks for no name and it doesn't stay long But I carry it still, like a case with a handle The man who carried mine along The man who carried mine along