Two Dollar Art On The Streets Of NYC

[Verse 1]
I was waiting for a Greyhound bus, out of New York at midnight,
The city's heartbeat pulsing, beneath the moon’s soft light.
Grey sidewalks in the cold, January air so still,
With a clipboard in my hands, chasing time, that was the thrill.
People rushing by, lost in their own story,
Cars flashing lights like stars, in this urban territory.

[Chorus]
Oh, the night’s alive, with dreams that never fade,
Sketching shadows of my thoughts, in the memories we made.
Underneath this city sky, where every moment blends,
I was finding pieces of my heart, in the places that love lends.

[Verse 2]
I saw a sketch artist, at her booth, so divine,
Capturing a young man, with every line,
I picked up my pencil, and copied her art so sly,
Each stroke a connection, with a whispering sigh.
“Hey, I like yours better!” came a voice from behind,
The brother of the man, with a laughter so kind.

[Chorus]
Oh, the night’s alive, with dreams that never fade,
Sketching shadows of my thoughts, in the memories we made.
Underneath this city sky, where every moment blends,
I was finding pieces of my heart, in the places that love lends.

[Bridge]
And as the minutes passed, I felt the warmth of a smile,
That two-dollar bill, it felt like gold for a while.
One little artwork, a connection so true,
In the heart of this city, I found a piece of you.

[Verse 3]
I packed up my sketches, as the bus rolled on by,
The engine’s gentle rumble, like a lullaby.
In the cold January air, I held my dreams so tight,
With every line and shadow, I felt the world ignite.
So, here’s to the moments, in the glow of neon lights,
Waiting for a Greyhound bus, under starry city nights.

[Chorus]
Oh, the night’s alive, with dreams that never fade,
Sketching shadows of my thoughts, in the memories we made.
Underneath this city sky, where every moment blends,
I was finding pieces of my heart, in the places that love lends.

[Outro]
So if you ever find yourself, waiting in the dark,
Take a moment to sketch your dreams, and leave your mark.
In the city's quiet whispers, and the midnight's embrace,
You’ll find a little magic, waiting in this place.