Pocket Money — текст песни (Carole King)

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