Five Bucks in My Pocket Lyrics

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.