Fifty cents a classic. A quarter if it's soft

On streets I’ve walked so long, I’ve no excuse for feeling lost

A new world is upon us

I only call it brave ‘cause courage is involved with facing every day

In the shadow of the spotlight this singer knows

Like a melody his blood flows through the changes of his life

If he’ll stop and listen he'll feel all he can't find

All that he can’t find

A lack of limitations can leave you so very little choice

When you’re between that rock and that hard place it's so hard to find your voice

His medium? He works in hunger

The crowd? Papered. Thin

Since he choose to speak yet keep his shirt on he’s had to prop his chin

In the shadow of the spotlight this singer knows

Like a snare drum does his heart beat out the rhythms of his life

If he fails to follow he'll end up out of time

Out of time and out of place

Without a rhyme. Without a face

All this world's a stage

We're merely players

I'm just a player

How I love to play

I just want to play

Fifty cents a classic. A quarter loosely bound

From strings that shed a sermon falls a harmony to ground