Ryan Sheridan - The Dreamer lyrics

rate me

I got a hole in my pocket,

I just can't keep it in

Sick and tired of the situation I'm in

And I'm sick of the bills that are weighing me down.

Bus is late, couldn't wait,

Took a chance on the 64

It's my luck, it doesn't rain on me, it pours.

Take note I've got a one way ticket to hell.

If I was half the man that I try to be,

Just to live my life in harmony

My pockets need to be sewed to hold my dreams

I want the key to the city that's held me down

People shake my hand all over town

And my face on a board saying,vote me number one,

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa

One two three four,

This is for the dreamer

Move it, do it, lose it,

I'm home.

Don't tell me money's nothing

Look around, I can't get a job

But I work to live,

I don't live to work.

So my head's all filled with "yes I can"

And my suitcase packed with my master plan

With my lucky penny swinging around my neck

If I was half the man that I wanna be

With my feet step to some degree

But the only way that I need to go is up

It's my time to shine, on the picket line

And my letters begged and my picket sign

Get, your, hands, up.

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa,

One two three four,

This is for the dreamer

Move it, Do it, Lose it,

I'm home.

-WHISPER THIS VERSE-

She led me up the garden path

And whispered in my ear -

"I'm a dreamer"

She led me up the garden path

And whispered in my ear

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa,

One two three four,

This is for the dreamer

Move it, do it, lose it,

I'm home.

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa,

One two three four,

This is for the dreamer

Move it, do it, lose it,

I'm home.

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