The Dreamer

I got a hole in my pocket

I just can't keep a thing

Sick and tired of the situation I'm in

And I'm sick of the bills that are weighin' me down

Bus is late, couldn't wait, took the chance on the 64

It's my luck, it doesn't rain on me, it pours

Take note, I've got a one way ticket to hell

If I was half the man that I try to be

Just to live my life in harmony

My pockets need to be sewed to hold my dreams

I want the key to the city that's held me down

And people shake my hand all over town

And my face on a board sayin', "Vote me number one," yeah

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa

One, two, three, four

This is for the dreamer

Move it, do it, lose it

I'm home

Don't tell me money's nothin'

Look around, can't get a job

But I work to live

I don't live to work

So my head's all filled with, yes, I can

And my suitcase packed with my master plan

With my lucky penny swingin' round my neck

If I was half the man that I want to be

With my demons dead to some degree

Well, the only way that I need to go is up

It's my time to shine, on the picket line

And my letters begged and my picket sign

Get your hands up

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa

One, two, three, four

This is for the dreamer

Move it, do it, lose it

I'm home

She led me up the garden path

And whispered in my ear

"I'm a dreamer"

She led me up the garden path

And whispered in my ear

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa

One, two, three, four

This is for the dreamer

Move it, do it, lose it

I'm home

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa

One, two, three, four

This is for the dreamer

Move it, do it, lose it

I'm home