Pocket Money Songtext
von 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'
Tryna break on through
I don′t know nothing else to do

Peeling paint above my head is just another sign
Black clouds in the distance
Gettin' closer all the time


I gotta keep movin'
Tryna break on through
I don′t know nothing 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 kicking
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'
Tryna break on through
I don′t know nothing else to do
I gotta keep movin'


No friends, no dreams, no pocket money
So, I′m gonna keep movin'
No pocket money