I complained about my shoes|Til I met a man who strummed guitar |In downtown Santa Cruz|He had no legs and he played for free|To an eager crowd on a busy street|People cheered when he sang|A voice that flew like a boomerang |Beatin' rhythm carelessly |Singin' and dancin' |On invisible feet||A weathered face and old man veins|A boyish grin that should no trace of any pain |Made us laugh and made us cry |As the sun exploded through an iridescent sky|Blew his harp like a runaway train |Made traffic stop in every lane|With two stray dogs in harmony |He was singin' and dancin' |On invisible feet||(chorus)|His voice shines just like gold |The words he sings are from his soul|Tells us how his life is sweet |As he dances around on invisible feet||Sideways cap and shirt of grey |Dude could pick a mean guitar I gotta say |Bangin' grooves as smooth as cream|Crackin' jokes in between|He said let a smile be shone |It's the window to your face that lets the whole world know your heart is home|Reminds me how I wanna be |As he sings and he dances |On invisible feet||(repeat chorus)||