| Verse 1 |
Like the pied piper the children just came
Her rusty saw playing like a violin
The old woman was there to entertain
The flea market crowd
An empty jar sat nearby beside her
A few pennies scattered the ground
And as the music she played grew louder
The children gathered around |
| Chorus |
She sleeps in the doorway on a nearby grocery store
The nights grow cold she curls up with cardboard
But don't be sad she says cuz I'm not alone
When I feel sad and lonely
I call music my home |
| Verse 2 |
I bought her a bagel and a coffee
And we talked for awhile
She told me of her life and her family
And the one she left behind
Her daughter was stolen to cancer
It was then she made up her mind
Cuz her prayers to god he didn't answer
So she packed her bag and kissed her husband goodbye |
| Chorus |
She sleeps in the doorway on a nearby grocery store
The nights grow cold she curls up with cardboard
But don't be sad she says cuz I'm not alone
When I feel sad and lonely
I call music my home
My home
Home
She sleeps in the doorway on a nearby grocery store
The nights grow cold she curls up with cardboard
But don't be sad she says cuz I'm not alone
When I feel sad and lonely
I call music my home
My home
My home
Home
Home |
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© 2003 Christene LeDoux; Little Pumpkin Music (BMI) |
