Washing the dishes
I see a man rapping
In the gravel parking lot.
He has been there for half an hour
Bouncing, swaying, beating the rhythm of life
The empty cars surround him and stare
At the silent street.
Just like yesterday
I wonder if he will be there tomorrow.
I see a man rapping
In the gravel parking lot.
He has been there for half an hour
Bouncing, swaying, beating the rhythm of life
The empty cars surround him and stare
At the silent street.
Just like yesterday
I wonder if he will be there tomorrow.