He liked the little girls

with the guitars

most of all

because they symbolized

a passion he couldn't face

in his fingers

sometimes he would sit next to them

while they played on the curb for money

and he would thing of things to say

while little girl A wasn't singing



he says i've got nothing for you

except a quarter

and maybe a smile

but if you'll let me

i'd just like to sit here

for a while

listening to you

and your



chorus

conversations between

fingers and strings

and hey little thing

i don't know much about you

except your fingers

are telling me a story

that i've always wanted to hear



when she left it was always

the traffic making the music

and the wind taking its toll

and a bottle of beer

was no bottle of magic anymore



the crazy thing about musicians

is that they're always leaving a trail

they cannot see

and now she is screaming at the curb

two years later

because he was the only one

who really believed

in



chorus



what was it about her fingers

what was it about her fingers

that told

the story so well?