Buck 65 Riverbed 6 Lyrics

A deaf violinist plays on the docks He's missing a tooth and he stands on a box His gestures are feverish, his cheeks wet with tears He sleeps in his jacket, or so it appears He plays from the late afternoon through the evening And bows with his hat in his hand before leaving He plays for the angels themselves I'm convinced of it Because no music at all comes out of his instrument