Lyrics Grand Central Station, March 18, 1977 - Steve Forbert

Grand Central Station, March 18, 1977

.Grand Central Station wheels and it deals, the crowds rush and scramble,
Round past the newsstands and out across the floors
And I did some singing, and I played guitar, down near a doorway,
howling out words and banging out chords.
Well, think what you will, laugh if you like, it don’t make no difference to me.
I’ll open my case, and I might catch a coin, but all ears may listen for free
Big clocks were tickin', trains came and went, ]sad, ragged figures]limped in
the hallways and dug through the trash
While old folks and young folks, passed in a flood, on dashing somewhere,
wrapped in their lives and gone in a flash
Well, a man came a talkin', he stopped where I stood.
He warned me so gravely,
'The cops here’ll nab ya, boy and they’ll ]take ya right on down,' yes,
butI took my]chances, and luck saw me through, I s]tayed until I’d finis]ed,
Played what I pleased and poured out my sound