Late last night I was having a stroll
When I heard a sweet melody
Begin to unfold
Well I look to my right
As I began to run
And I saw a busking man
Aged by the sun
And I stopped and I listened
Flicked him a coin
As he finished I told him
I best be going
But he told me to wait
Told me his dreams
To make it big time in a great big city
And he said
Maybe one day I'll get my turn
Maybe one day this bridge will burn
Maybe one day I'll learn my words
And he said
Maybe one day I'll rule the world
And when I speak I will be heard
Maybe one day I'll get my turn
The old man continued to tell me his dreams
Said one day I'm gonna play in new york city
Well, my kids have gotten older
My wife's watchin' over
My bags are all packed and they're hangin from my shoulder
And he said
Maybe one day I'll get my turn
Maybe one day this bridge will burn
Maybe one day I'll learn my words
And he said
Maybe one day I'll rule the world
And when I speak I will be heard
Maybe one day I'll get my turn
I never see his face anymore
Maybe he packed up and walked out the door
Or maybe he couldn't take much more
But I hope
That he's out there doing just fine
Or out there just holding on so tight
Nevertheless he'll be alright
And he said
Maybe one day I'll get my turn
Maybe one day this bridge will burn
Maybe one day I'll learn my words
And he said
Maybe one day I'll rule the world
And when I speak I will be heard
Maybe one day I'll get my turn