Lyrics
Five-thirty on the corner where the crosswalk signals chirp Case popped open on the pavement, he's about to go to work Dollar bills and guitar picks, a few coins in the felt Brass catches the streetlight like a sunset that he built Buses hiss and hurry, briefcases brush on by One note and the whole block lifts its head up to the sky Nobody bought a ticket, still the crowd begins to grow Strangers keep their rhythm in the way they start to slow Horns of the traffic, they ain't got his tone He's playing for the people who are walking home Saxophone on Fifth and Vine Turning rush hour into slow time Every tired shoulder drops in line Saxophone on Fifth and Vine Play it for the ones who lost their stride Play it for the dreamers, play it wide When the city's loud, he's the quiet sign Saxophone on Fifth and Vine Girl in scrubs leans on the lamppost, shoes in her hand Kid on a skateboard stops and kills the wheels to stand Delivery guy kills his engine, helmet on his knee Three minutes of the music is the only thing that's free He plays a little bounce now, something you could nod Then he drops it low and gentle like a prayer to God I'm riding past the window with the bass line in my chest Say a city's got a heartbeat, then I guess he's passed the test Horns of the traffic, they ain't got his tone He's playing for the people who are walking home Saxophone on Fifth and Vine Turning rush hour into slow time Every tired shoulder drops in line Saxophone on Fifth and Vine Play it for the ones who lost their stride Play it for the dreamers, play it wide When the city's loud, he's the quiet sign Saxophone on Fifth and Vine Light goes green and nobody moves, that's a first Horn behind me starts to honk, then it hushes, like it's cursed By the sweetest little melody that ever stopped a street Now the whole block's keeping time with their own heartbeat He tips his hat to no one, eyes closed, in his zone Sunset on his shoulders and the sidewalk is his throne I roll the window down so I can catch the final bar Wish I had a dollar for each time I've seen a star Just brass and the low end Breathing in, breathing out One note holds the whole block Nobody's in a rush now Nobody's in a rush now Saxophone on Fifth and Vine Turning rush hour into slow time Every tired shoulder drops in line Saxophone on Fifth and Vine Play it for the ones who lost their stride Play it for the dreamers, play it wide When the city's loud, he's the quiet sign Saxophone on Fifth and Vine Fifth and Vine, Fifth and Vine Play it one more time Saxophone on Fifth and Vine