Pocket full of dreams

you ask me if I'm happy

living my life this way

well the answer to that question

has yet to be found

so I take things day by day

I know you worry about me

I can hear it in your voice

but I have to keep on searching for myself

I feel I have no other choice

I'm just a man full of schemes

with a pocket full of dreams

I'm the kind of guy who can't afford to worry

about what life really means.

I know you think my problems

are all inside my head

and that I'm wasting my time

panning for gold

in a dried up river bed