Rag N Bone - Tor Miller

I trudge along the cobble streets

I rolled my ankle and bruised my feet

And dragged with me these broken things

This springtime air is soft and sweet

Falls on my head so heavily

From the window sounds of revelry

Roll off my aching spine

And I pick the fat right off the man

Sift through his stress and cut my hand

On the blade side edge of the dusty fan

Rag n Bone

It’s a call to those inside their homes

Who wish away

All the weight and disarray

Jagged stones

As they talk to me I walk alone

And ring my bell

Ring it loud and ring it well

A man stands out his own front door

His wife peeks out the second floor

And empties every single drawer

Atop his sinking head

What once was sweet will soon go stale

Not even love always prevails

But I exist to my avail

Rag n Bone

It’s a call to those inside their homes

Who wish away

All the weight and disarray

Jagged stones

As they talk to me I walk alone

And ring my bell

Ring it loud and ring it well