Pencils & Dimes

I woke up this morning with nothing in mind, by the time it was noon I was that much behind
so I gathered the bottles and emptied the trash, I looked in my wallet, I'm all out of cash

I think real hard 'bout what I should do, but my crusty old brain it just don't have a clue
so I look in my heart for right and for wrong, a little voice tells me to write a new song

and I'm humming a melody, rhyming some rhymes, searching the sofa for pencils and dimes
making up stories 'bout me and 'bout you, without you babe I don't know what I'd do

well the clothes are all dirty, there's nothing to eat, I put on my shoes and head out to the street
I'm weaving through traffic, I drive like a shark, when I get to the store there's nowhere to park

I'm waiting in line for this and for that, the magazine covers say "how to loose fat"
but I ain't on a diet and my mind slips away, there's so much to do and there's so much to say

and I'm humming a melody, rhyming some rhymes, searching the sofa for pencils and dimes
making up stories 'bout me and 'bout you, without you babe I don't know what I'd do

well the day's getting old, I'm hungry and tired, I'd take me a nap but my brain is too wired
so I flip on the tube and turn to the news, but fifteen more murders just gives me the blues

now my baby walks in, she's been gone a while, she's had a hard day but still gives me a smile
and I'm happy to see her, it gives me relief, I let go my pain and I forget my grief

and I'm humming a melody, rhyming some rhymes, searching the sofa for pencils and dimes
making up stories 'bout me and 'bout you, without you babe I don't know what I'd do

-Dan Whitaker

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