Pocket Money From the Motion Picture “Pocket Money” by Carole King
No friends, no dreams, no pocket money.
There`s a wall around my body, A fence around my kind. Nothing comes to me easily, not leastwise peace of mind. Still, I keep movin`, tryin` to break on through. I don`t know nothin` else to do.
Peelin` paint above my head is just another sign. Black clouds in the distance, gettin` closer all the time. I gotta keep movin`, tryin` to break on through. I don`t know nothin` else to do.
Sometimes when I think that things are bad as they can be, I see a fella standing lower down on the ladder than me.
Now, I`m alive and kickin` dust behind my heel. Long as I got my soul I`m on the good end of the deal and I`m gonna keep movin`, tryin` to break on through. I don`t know nothin` else to do. I gotta keep movin`. No friends, no dreams, no pocket money. So, I`m gonna keep movin`. No pocket money.
Copyright 1972 by Colgems Music Corp./Elorac Music
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