Pocket Money Songtext

von Carole King

No friends, no dreams, no pocket money.

Thereâ??s a wall around my body,
A fence around my kind.
Nothing comes to me easily,
Not leastwise peace of mind.
Still, I keep movinâ??,
Tryinâ?? to break on through.
I donâ??t know nothinâ?? else to do.

Peelinâ?? paint above my head
Is just another sign.
Black clouds in the distance,
Gettinâ?? closer all the time.
I gotta keep movinâ??,
Tryinâ?? to break on through.
I donâ??t know nothinâ?? 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, Iâ??m alive and kickinâ??
Dust behind my heel.
Long as I got my soul
Iâ??m on the good end of the deal
And Iâ??m gonna keep movinâ??,
Tryinâ?? to break on through.
I donâ??t know nothinâ?? else to do.
I gotta keep movinâ??.
No friends, no dreams, no pocket money.
So, Iâ??m gonna keep movinâ??.
No pocket money.

Copyright 1972
By Colgems Music Corp./Elorac Music