The Dreamer

The Dreamer - Ryan Sheridan

I got a hole in my pocket

I just can't keep it in

Sick and tired of the situation I'm in

And I'm sick of the bills

That are weighing me down

Bus is late couldn't wait

Took a chance on the 64

It's my luck it doesn't rain on me it pours

Take note I've got a one way ticket to hell

If I was half the man that I try to be

Just to live my life in harmony

My pockets need to be

Sewed to hold my dreams

I want the key to the city that's held me down

People shake my hand all over town

And my face on a board saying

Vote me number one yeah

Oh whoa whoa whoa

One two three four

This is for the dreamer

Move it do it lose it

I'm home

Don't tell me money's nothing

Look around I can't get a job

But I work to live

I don't live to work

So my head's all filled with "yes I can"

And my suitcase packed with my master plan

With my lucky penny swinging around my neck

If I was half the man that I wanna be

With my feet step to some degree

But the only way that I need to go is up

It's my time to shine on the picket line

And my letters begged and my picket sign

Get your hands up

Oh whoa whoa whoa

One two three four

This is for the dreamer

Move it Do it Lose it

I'm home

She led me up the garden path

And whispered in my ear -

"I'm a dreamer"

She led me up the garden path

And whispered in my ear

Oh whoa whoa whoa

One two three four

This is for the dreamer

Move it do it lose it

I'm home

Oh whoa whoa whoa

One two three four

This is for the dreamer

Move it do it lose it

I'm home