Lyric Rags And Bones

Catch a taxi to the fountainhead
Blinking neon penny arcade
A young Caruso on the fire escape
Painted face ladies on parade
The newsboy on the corner
Singing out headlines
And a fiddler selling pencils
The sign reads: Help the blind

Comin up the lane callin
Workin while the rain s fallin
Ragman, your song of the street
Keeps haunting my memory
Music in the air
I hear it ev rywhere
Rags, bones and old city songs
Hear them, how they talk to me

Trolley car rings out the morning
Whistle blows at noon
A cat fight breaks open the night
While watch dogs bay at the moon
A preacher on an orange crate
With a Salvation Army Band
And clicking along the cobbled stones
That s the sound of the ice-cream man

Comin up the lane callin
Workin while the rain s fallin
Ragman, your song of the street
Keeps haunting my memory
Music in the air
I hear it ev rywhere
Rags, bones and old city songs
Hear them, how they talk to me

The organ grinder and his monkey
Still walkin the same old beat
The shoe-shine boy slappin leather
He puts the rhythm in your feet
Strollin by the churchyard
List nin to the Sunday choir
With voices rising to the heavens
Like sirens screaming to a fire

Comin up to the lane callin
Workin while the rain s fallin
Ragman, your song of the street
Keeps haunting my memory
Music in the air
I hear it ev rywhere
Rags, bones and old city songs
Play them one more time for me