Track 1 of the EP Before the Sun Comes Up · 2026
Fiddle Case on the Bus Station Bench
“I opened my fiddle case on a bus station bench at a quarter to ten and started playing again. A stranger put in a dollar and I kept it.”
country · busker country · playful twang · 3:39
Lyrics
Bus station bench at a quarter to ten A fiddle case open, I'm playing again Fluorescent lights hum a drone below I bow a little reel for the folks who go A sailor in uniform hums along A grandma with a suitcase taps to the song A little girl twirls in her sneakers, bright Forget the schedule, it's a dance tonight Play it slow, play it sweet, let the bus wait Everybody's traveling, everybody's late A fiddle on a bench is a ticket to the tune Dancing in the terminal beneath the moon The driver leans out with a grin on his face Says "Miss, I can wait if you play one more place" So I saw through a waltz, soft as a sigh And the whole station sways as the night goes by Play it slow, play it sweet, let the bus wait Everybody's traveling, everybody's late A fiddle on a bench is a ticket to the tune Dancing in the terminal beneath the moon Some folks are leaving, some folks coming home Some folks just sitting, all alone But for three minutes, we're one town Swaying together, with the lights turned down Play it slow, play it sweet, let the bus wait Everybody's traveling, everybody's late A fiddle on a bench is a ticket to the tune Dancing in the terminal beneath the moon Let the bus wait, let the bus wait One more tune, it's not too late