Dreamer Lyrics - Singles - Ryan Sheridan

I got a hole in my pocket, 

I just can't keep it in 

Sick and tired of the situation I'm in 

And I'm sick of the bills that are weighing me down. 

Bus is late, couldn't wait, 

Took a chance on the 64 

It's my luck, it doesn't rain on me, it pours. 

Take note I've got a one way ticket to hell. 

If I was half the man that I try to be, 

Just to live my life in harmony 

My pockets need to be sewed to hold my dreams 

I want the key to the city that's held me down 

People shake my hand all over town 

And my face on a board saying,vote me number one, yeah. 

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa 

One two three four, 

This is for the dreamer 

Move it, do it, lose it, 

I'm home. 

Don't tell me money's nothing 

Look around, I can't get a job 

But I work to live, 

I don't live to work. 

So my head's all filled with "yes I can" 

And my suitcase packed with my master plan 

With my lucky penny swinging around my neck 

If I was half the man that I wanna be 

With my feet step to some degree 

But the only way that I need to go is up 

It's my time to shine, on the picket line 

And my letters begged and my picket sign 

Get, your, hands, up. 

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, 

One two three four, 

This is for the dreamer 

Move it, Do it, Lose it, 

I'm home. 

-WHISPER THIS VERSE- 

She led me up the garden path 

And whispered in my ear - 

"I'm a dreamer" 

She led me up the garden path 

And whispered in my ear 

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, 

One two three four, 

This is for the dreamer 

Move it, do it, lose it, 

I'm home.