I left my friend in a pawnshop
With a word stuck in my throat
And a loose telephone cord in my coat
At night I wander this city
I wander like a book thief
Turning corners and treading water
To find that shop window
Or a door that isn't closed
I think the pawnshop is moving
And this street is a labyrinth
This is a gamble I can not win
I sit on the stairs as
My daughter plays the accordion
I feel the music, I hear the song
It's a melancholy piece
I hum along
I feel the music, I hear the song
It's a haunting piece
I hum along
I feel the music, I hear the song
It's a familiar piece
So I hum along
