Commonplace Streets

This crumpled dollar bill in my back pocket

Reminds me I had twenty

What somebody said to someone

You'd think that worries him

Laid out on the newsstands

or even sinful publications

See the haze on commonplace streets,

you're back again

So we walk on different streets

Taking time no one seems to notice

Outside you're all smiles

When inside I know you're hurten

This crumpled dollar bill in my back pocket

Reminds me I had twenty

What somebody said to someone

You'd think that worries him