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

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 Pa**ed in a flood On dashing somewhere Wrapped in their lives And gone in a flash 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 [Harmonica and Instrumental Bridge] 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.” But I took my chances And luck saw me through I stayed until I'd finished Played what I pleased And poured out my sound 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