A violin player,
Alone on the street.
Trying to scavenge
Some food to eat.
An empty stomach,
A family at home.
No one to listen,
Nowhere to go.
A sweet tune plays
On the street he's on.
No pays money,
They think it's a con.
He returns home
To his wife and kids.
He shakes his head sadly,
He did what he did.
A violin player,
Alone on the street.
No one helps him,
He admits defeat.
