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.