BUSKING THE BEATLES
Cold but not bitter
Busking the Beatles
59th Station
C Train, 8am
Gavin's big backpack
His old Stratocaster
My and my street mic
But we can't begin
Cuz a man from Japan
Plucking his koto
Playing in our place
We move up the line
The north end is busy
With morning commuters
But they cannot see us
Behind this big sign
OH OH
Busking the Beatles
C Train 8am
We move up the platform
Backed up to a newsstand
We set out some dollars
So people can tip
We're singing Get Back
Hey Jude, Revolution
Someone throws a five in
Then someone, a ten
Then some guy starts smoking
And scratching and twitching
He scares off the people
But we just play on
Someone behind me
Grabs a big fistful
Gavin gets mad cuz
We'd earned every dime
OH OH
Busking the Beatles
C Train 8am
They were the prophets
I am a preacher
He plays the music
We sing the songs
When we get going
Everyone's smiling
We come together
It won't be long
I've got a feeling
We'll heal every heartbreak
We'll find the right tempo
We're happy to dance
Into the subways
And into the cross streets
Now more than ever
Give peace a chance
OH OH
Busking the Beatles
C Train 8am
Up every staircase
Down on each corner
Across all the parklands
Into the trees
The whole world is breaking
Killing our spirits
Cracking and crushing us
Down to our knees
Is music the answer
I want believe it
If only they'd listen
Get back to earth
Turn off your cellphones
Lift up your eyes now
Remember what peace and
Music are worth
OH OH
Busking the Beatles
C Train 8am