Pocket Change

I caught myself wishing
That I was the rain
Free to fall any time
Free to fall any place
Or a penny in the pocket
In a pair of tattered jeans
Meant it back in nineteen-sixty-three
But that penny undoubtedly
Has seen much more scenery
Oh I caught myself wishing I was pocket change

I caught myself staring
At cars in passing lanes
Waiting for a glimpse
Of their lives at play
I caught myself wishing I was graffiti on the train
Their role in the play stays the same
Oh how long will it be
Before that old twisted being
Chips away, and I can't start free
Woo!

I caught myself wishing I was a suitcase on a plane
Intercepted by a flight attendant who came to see it had no name
Possessions did no [?] to turn me whole again
Now I wish I were your luggage and back in the plane

I caught myself wishing
That I were today
Captured in a snapshot
And placed inside a picture frame
I caught myself wishing I were the expression your face
Gone today, then gone without a trace
Emotions come and go
Much like people and the day
Oh I wish I were a name on your brain
Ooo-hoo
Oh, ooo-hoo
Oh, ooo-hoo