you see me standing on the corner.
you wonder if i'm gonna ask you for some change.
no cardboard sign explains my situation.
pocket full of peanuts.
pocket full of lint.
pocket full of janglin' keys.
each time i try to get things started.
i spin my wheels and then i run into a wall.
i ask myself, "is this really worth it?
"i want your cash.
i want your home.
i don't want your life.
i can't be you.