Josh Damigo

Pocket Change
Second Street and Broadway, there's a little bus stopJust an ordinary downtown of a city just around the blockJay picks up a six-string, he starts to sing the bluesPlays the King, a little bit of old school, and a couple of new ones tooSee, back where he's from there's this girl that broke his heartThat blonde hair and giggle just tore that boy apartSo he drive into the city where he flat out disappearedSecond Street and Broadway in a town not far from hereHe sings a song that he wrote for her even though she's miles and miles awayAnd he dreams of when he held her close, yeah, cause oh how time has changedThen he switches to a minor key, but the memory won't fade awayNow he's twelve cents short of a bus ride home, playing for your pocket changeYou can toss him a nickel, a dime, or even drop a fiveHe don't care, he's nowhere near there, his mind's in auto driveAnd he's thinking of that time when she held that baby catAnd the poor boy sneezed the whole way home but he didn't seem to mind thatAnd he's praying one day maybe she'd love him againBut he noticed the bucket, nods, and flashes you a small grinThe bus pulls up but no one moves cause no one wants to leaveThe night's young and he's doing pretty good, pretty much everyone agreesHe sings a song that he wrote for her even though she's miles and miles awayAnd he dreams of when he held her close, yeah, cause oh how time has changedThen he switches to a minor key, but the memory won't fade awayLetras de cancionesNow he's twelve cents short of a bus ride home, playing for your pocket changeCouple of hours later and Jay just shakes his headAll he needed was twelve cents but he's holding eighteen dollars insteadYa know everyone likes it when they start to snap alongAll because the love he had ended so wrongHe sings a song that he wrote for her even though she's a million miles awayAnd he dreams of when he held her close, yeah, cause oh how time has changedThen he switches to a minor key, but the memory won't fade awayNow he's twelve cents short of a bus ride home, playing for your pocket change From Letras Mania