The Dreamer

I got a hole in my pocket
I just can't keep it in
Sick and tired of the situation I'm in
And I'm sick of the bills that are weighing me down

Bus is late, couldn't wait
Took a 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
People shake my hand all over town
And my face on a board saying, 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 nothing
Look around, I 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 swinging around my neck

If I was half the man that I wanna be
With my feet step to some degree
But 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

-WHISPER THIS VERSE-
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