The Dreamer

Intro: 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 (let it ring) 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, (let it ring) 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, (let it ring) One two three four, This is for the dreamer Move it, do it, lose it, I'm home