Carole King "Pocket Money" |
No friends, no dreams, no pocket money There's a wall around my body, a fence around my kind Nothing comes to me easily not leastwise peace of mind Still, I keep movin' tryin' to break on through I don't know nothin' else to do Peelin' paint above my head is just another sign Black clouds in the distance gettin' closer all the time I just gotta keep movin' tryin' to break on through I don't know nothin' else to do Sometimes when I think that things Are bad as they can be I see a fella standing Lower down on the ladder than me Now I'm alive and kickin' Dust behind my heel Long as I got my soul I'm on the good end of the deal And I'm gonna keep movin' Tryin' to break on through I don't know nothin' else to do I gotta keep movin' No friends, no dreams No pocket money So I'm gonna keep movin' No pocket money Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |