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
The bus was late, couldn't wait, took a chance on the 64
With my luck, it doesn't rain on me
It pours
Take note I 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
Saying vote me number 1, yeah
Oh, woah, woah, woah
1, 2, 3, 4, this is for the dreamer
Move it, do it, lose it. And I'm home
...
Don't tell me money's nothing, look around
Can't get a job and I work to live, I don't live to work
So my heads all filled with yes I can
And my suitcase is packed with my master plan
With my lucky penny swinging 'round my neck
If I was half the man that I want to be
With my demons step to some degree
But the only where I need to go is up
It's my time to shine on the picket line
And my letters big and my picket sign
Get your hands up
Oh, woah, woah, woah
1, 2, 3, 4, this is for the dreamer
Move it, do it, lose it. And 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, woah, woah, woah
1, 2, 3, 4, this is for the dreamer
Move it, do it, lose it. And I'm home
...
Oh, woah, woah, woah
1, 2, 3, 4, this is for the dreamer
Move it, do it, lose it. And I'm home



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher David Holloway, Jonathan Lee Hutchins, John Phillip Iii Irion, Ryan Dean Pickett
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