Lyrics

Dirty Wooden Nickel
© 2005 kate laurel smith, kate laurel publishing/ASCAP

Just fourteen tears away from drowning,
If you could cry
It would roll away the tide

No petty fears today for counting,
You?re wasting time
For a least today the sun might shine

And it?s never what you thought the day you woke up
Without a dirty wooden nickel to your name
These days you walk the streets a?begging
And every stranger looks painfully the same

This high-rise building for your ceiling,
If you could fly
You would perch upon the sky

But all these drugs that you?ve been buying
With your shameless pride
Are these the handouts that you find?

Spend your days on the free bus,
Use the washroom at the corner-side café
Spend your nights in the shelter of the overhanging awnings of the
Shops you find along the way




How mortal it must feel to be found crazy
Not a dirty wooden nickel to your name
These days you walk the streets a?begging
And every stranger sees you painfully the same