This rain might wash me away
But the sun might burn my face
This corner chews me up, spits me out, picks me up, tears me down

I don\\\'t count my sins \'cause I don\'t want to count on anything
In case it chews me up, spits me out, picks me up, tears me down

I\'m not crying for you
I don\'t feel no pain
But everytime you leave
I wish that I was on my way

Chorus
I\'m singing on the sidewalk, dancing for you
Wearing holes in my shoes
I got blisters on my toes
Everybody knows there\'s nothing to do
So I\'m singing on the sidewalk dancing for you

I don\'t count my change it\'s always gone at the end of the day
Tomorrow chew me up, spit me out, pick me up, tear me down

I\'m not hiding from you
I don\'t feel no shame
But everytime you leave
I wish that I was on my way

Chorus

Sunny afternoon and I\'m so bored
The grass ain\'t greener on the other side anymore

I\'m sipping coffee to chase the blues
Tired of looking for something else to do

I\'m singing on the sidewalk, dancing for you
I\'m singing on the sidewalk, dancing for you
I\'m singing on the sidewalk, dancing for you
I pour out my heart for a dime or two


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    General CommentI read somewhere that he wrote this song when he was living in America. Women would pass by and drop their pictures and phone numbers into his guitar case when he was busking, and all he could think about was his wife at home, and how he couldn't wait to see her.
    Mandy.on February 14, 2006   Link
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    General CommentMandy your exactly right, He also said people would drop nasty tuna sandwiches in his case like he was homless but really he was just trying to get a good fanbase here in the U.S. haha.
    DeathcabforTyon July 05, 2007   Link
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    General CommentSunFest August 26th, 2006 Interview

    Most of the songs Jeremy plays have been tried out on various city corners, but “Singing On The Sidewalk” was actually written curbside in Seattle’s Pike Place Market. “I came up with it out of frustration when people weren’t stopping to listen,” Jeremy recalls. “I’m singing to the suits walking by that won’t look me in the eye, the street kids that always give me change, the drunks who always beg me for change, the Christians that try to convert me, the empathizers who think I’m homeless and leave nasty tuna sandwiches in my case, the girls who leave their photos and phone numbers in my case and my girl at home that I look so forward to seeing at the end of the day.”
    knujon August 05, 2008   Link

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