just to get up to go to find out where you'd land.
Chances for riches are scattered and few.
And what's a mere buck, when you've
no time to do
all the things that you want?
Live the life that you've dreamed?
What's a mere buck when your
own mouth ain't screamed?
So, soon when your head says
your mind's gonna slip, tell the people who care
that you're taking a trip.
You gotta give in, and you just gotta say
that you gotta go dream,
be it just for a day.
