Second Street and Broadway, there's a little bus stop Just an ordinary downtown of a city just around the block Jay picks up a six-string, he starts to sing the blues Plays the King, a little bit of old school, and a couple of new ones too See, back where he's from there's this girl that broke his heart That blonde hair and giggle just tore that boy apart So he drive into the city where he flat out disappeared Second Street and Broadway in a town not far from here He sings a song that he wrote for her even though she's miles and miles away And he dreams of when he held her close, yeah, cause oh how time has changed Then he switches to a minor key, but the memory won't fade away Now he's twelve cents short of a bus ride home, playing for your pocket change You can toss him a nickel, a dime, or even drop a five He don't care, he's nowhere near there, his mind's in auto drive And he's thinking of that time when she held that baby cat And the poor boy sneezed the whole way home but he didn't seem to mind that And he's praying one day maybe she'd love him again But he noticed the bucket, nods, and flashes you a small grin The bus pulls up but no one moves cause no one wants to leave The night's young and he's doing pretty good, pretty much everyone agrees He sings a song that he wrote for her even though she's miles and miles away And he dreams of when he held her close, yeah, cause oh how time has changed Then he switches to a minor key, but the memory won't fade away Now he's twelve cents short of a bus ride home, playing for your pocket change Couple of hours later and Jay just shakes his head All he needed was twelve cents but he's holding eighteen dollars instead Ya know everyone likes it when they start to snap along All because the love he had ended so wrong He sings a song that he wrote for her even though she's a million miles away And he dreams of when he held her close, yeah, cause oh how time has changed Then he switches to a minor key, but the memory won't fade away Now he's twelve cents short of a bus ride home, playing for your pocket change