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