Train station drum beats
Music sold cheap
Smiles worth more than quarters and dollars bills

His drum beat, beats, beats
Union square wishes mega record stores would open an ear.

Sign the attractive train drum, guitars, tamborines,
And every instrument that are unrecognizable to my eye.

I have not heard a song on pop radio
With the joy, the beats, the drums pssessed by train drum man.

He beats the drums with a smile ten cars long.
I wrestle to find that dollar
I can't afford anymore!
His crooked teeth shine over thick gray facial hair
My train arrives
Still haven't found the dollar

inside, I grasp, crumple, shoot and miss the music box, right before the doors close

Through the window I see him reach with right foot,
Without ever missing a beat.

I left hime on that platform with only a dollar to remember me by
But I stole his song,
Placed it between my ears, and bopped my head till the sound of my stop, broke my trance

Play train station drum beat
Worth more than tragic donations can ever accumulate.