Pocket Change

[Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] I caught myself starin' At cars in passing lanes Waitin' for a glimpse Of their lives at play I caught myself wishin' I was graffiti on a train Their role in this play stays the same Oh, how long will it be Before that old twisted being Chips away, and I can start free [Verse 3] I caught myself wishing I was a suitcase on a plane Checked by a flight attendant who came to see it had no name Possessions with no longing to return home again Now I wish I were your luggage, packed back in the plane [Verse 4] 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 on your face Gone today, then gone without a trace Emotions come and go Much like people and the day Oh, I wish I were the name on your brain