Rags and Bones

Catch a taxi to the fountain head Blinking neon penny arcade
A young Caruso on the fire escape Painted face ladies on parade
A 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 everywhere
Rags, bones with old city songs Hear them how they talk to me Trolley car rings out the morning The 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 Well 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
It keeps haunting my memory
Music in the air
I hear it everywhere
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 Listenin’ to the Sunday choir
With voices rising to the heavens
Like sirens screaming to a fire Comin’ up the lane callin’
Workin’ while the rain’s fallin’ Ragman, your song of the street
It keeps haunting my memory
Music in the air
I hear it everywhere

Rags, bones and old city songs Play them one more time for me