| Song | Grand Central Station, March 18, 1977 |
| Artist | Steve Forbert |
| Album | Alive on Arrival |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Forbert | |
| Grand Central | |
| Station Wheels and it deals | |
| The crowds rush and scramble | |
| Round past the newsstands | |
| And out across the floors | |
| And I did some singing | |
| And I played guitar | |
| Down near a doorway | |
| Howling out words | |
| And banging 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 | |
| Passed in a flood | |
| On dashing somewhere | |
| Wrapped in their lives | |
| And gone in a flash | |
| Chorus Well, a man came a talkin' | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus |
| zuo qu : Forbert | |
| Grand Central | |
| Station Wheels and it deals | |
| The crowds rush and scramble | |
| Round past the newsstands | |
| And out across the floors | |
| And I did some singing | |
| And I played guitar | |
| Down near a doorway | |
| Howling out words | |
| And banging 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 | |
| Passed in a flood | |
| On dashing somewhere | |
| Wrapped in their lives | |
| And gone in a flash | |
| Chorus Well, a man came a talkin' | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Forbert | |
| Grand Central | |
| Station Wheels and it deals | |
| The crowds rush and scramble | |
| Round past the newsstands | |
| And out across the floors | |
| And I did some singing | |
| And I played guitar | |
| Down near a doorway | |
| Howling out words | |
| And banging 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 | |
| Passed in a flood | |
| On dashing somewhere | |
| Wrapped in their lives | |
| And gone in a flash | |
| Chorus Well, a man came a talkin' | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus |