Autumn wind bites through the glass
Watching all the tourists pass
Cold gray sky and heavy air
Empty benches everywhere
Standing by the gilded gate
Playing songs for lonely fate
Wooden bow and rusted string
Hear the autumn spirit sing
Closed for season, locks are tight
Steel bars blocking out the light
He is leaning on the wall
Waiting for the leaves to fall
Case is open, coins are few
Wet wool coat of midnight blue
He don't ask for any gold
Just a story to be told
Standing by the gilded gate
Playing songs for lonely fate
Wooden bow and rusted string
Hear the autumn spirit sing
I've driven every alley street
Where the salt and asphalt meet
I know a man who plays for free
Just to keep his memory
Tipped my cap and slowed the ride
Saw the sorrow deep inside
He played a note so sharp and clear
The only sound I wanted to hear
Standing by the gilded gate
Playing songs for lonely fate
Wooden bow and rusted string
Hear the autumn spirit sing
Keep the change and drive away.
Another cold and rainy day.
