Letra de Five Bucks In My Pocket de June Of 44

I had a dream, i always have, $5 in my pocket,
endless packs of cigarettes and a lifetime pass,
for cross-town traffic. an any day matinee or
should i say… a warm dark place to hide-a-way.
always a steady stream of generous panhandle
hand-outs.
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
hand-outs.
I had a dream i always have $5 in my pocket.
the infinite hour of minimum wage to guage
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
an unconscious wrist-watch is, where
no-time is money.