Grand Central Station, March 18, 1977

Grand Central station, wheels and it deals The crowds rush and scramble Round past the new stands and out across the floors And I did some singin', and I played guitar Down near a doorway Howlin' out words and bangin' out chords Well, think what you will, laugh if you like It don't make no difference to me I'll open my case, and I might catch a coin But all ears may listen for free Big clocks were tickin', trains came and went Sad, ragged figures limped in the hallways And dug through the trash While old folks and young folks pa*sed in a flood On dashing somewhere Wrapped in their lives and gone in a flash Well, think what you will, laugh if you like It don't make no difference to me I'll open my case, and I might catch a coin But all ears may listen for free Well, a man came a talkin' and he stopped where I stood He warned me so gravely The cops here'll nab ya, boy and they'll take ya right on down, yes But I took my chances, and luck saw me through I stayed until' I'd finished Played what I pleased and poured out my sound Well, think what you will, laugh if you like It don't make no difference to me I'll open my case, and I might catch a coin But all ears may listen for free