busking in central park

 

I am busking in central park/ and nobody is listening to me/ I came to this city with all of my hopes/ now there's nothing I can see/ but the blue sky above/ and the gravel below/ and this voice and guitar/ and all that I know/ and I'm playing for you/ I'm playing for you/ but you don't hear me

I am busking in central park/ and you are walking away/ I keep on doing what I must do/ playing and singing what I can't say/ and that's okay/ I'm having a good time/ I'm entertaining myself/ I hope that you don't mind/ that I'm playing for you/ I'm playing for you/ but you don't hear me