The Dreamer Lyrics & Chords By Ryan Sheridan

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, yeah.
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.

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.