Pocket Money Lyrics

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