Five Bucks in My Pocket

Lyrics
I had a dream I always have Five dollars in my pocket With endless packs of cigarettes and a lifetime pass For cross-town traffic A steady stream of generous panhandle handouts, handouts An any day matinee or should I say A warm dark place to hide away Yeah to hide away We'll hurry cross the street We'll grab a bite to eat And we'll stay on our feet I'll send a telegram To tell you where I am Always a steady stream of generous panhandle handouts I had a dream I always have Five dollars in my pocket The infinite hour of minimum wage to gauge our days With gritty green in a faded blue jean pocket Have you ever seen a clock in a dream Where no time is money Have you ever seen a clock in a dream Where no time is money Have you ever seen a clock in a dream Where no time is money Have you ever seen a clock in a dream Where no time is money An unconscious wrist-watch is Where no time is money
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Credits
- Writers
- Jeff Mueller
- Sean Meadows
- Fred Erskine
- Doug Scharin