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
	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.