Five Bucks in My Pocket

I had a dream I always have
Five dollars in my pocket
With endless packs of cigarettes and a lifetime pass
For cross-town traffic
A steady stream of generous panhandle handouts, handouts
An any day matinee or should I say
A warm dark place to hide away
Yeah to hide away

We'll 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 handouts

I had a dream I always have
Five dollars in my pocket
The infinite hour of minimum wage to gauge 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
Have you ever seen a clock in a dream
Where no time is money
Have you ever seen a clock in a dream
Where no time is money
Have you ever seen a clock in a dream
Where no time is money

An unconscious wrist-watch is
Where no time is money