While walkin around
I met up with friendz down town
And we all sat to talk.
This guy with a guitar case
And a sweet singer's face
Past us he did walk.
"Hello fine ladies!" he did say
I asked him to stop, I asked him to play
He smiled and sat on the ground
He was so polite
He seemed so full of life
Thru the mall his voice did sound.
He was a natural strumming those strings
He can play the guitar AND sing?!
Man! This boy has talent!
His songs and grey-green eyes pierced our souls
Where he came from? None of us knows
But we do know that he'z sweet and valiant.
He told us his story
We told him not to worry
He'll be well known in the end.
I gave him his own guitar
I know he'll go far
The Drifter: My new punk rawk friend.