At the corner of Broadway and Main
The busker sings their songs again
Though, they're not singing for pennies
They're singing for change
The passersby, they tip and they pay
And the busker sings their songs at the cafe
Though, they're not singing for pennies
They're singing for change
... They're not singing for money, they're not singing for a fee
They are the busker, and they're singing for free
They're not singing for money, they have greater things to save
And they're singing for change
At the corner, they are bowing
And the busker sings their songs, and a passerby joins
And those moments, they're greater than pennies
And they're greater than coins
(...)
