poor dreamer

I've got no money but I've got a dream

I got some troubles, I'm sinking in

And I'm so tired of waiting for a phone call

I've been swimming a lot recently

It's just not fair to die on the beach

And I'm so broke, but I don't want to go back to my mother's house

Feelings I have

I can't no longer share them

Cause it's a broken string I'm holding on to

Feelings I had

That I no longer care about

I need a job, just to be safe and sound

Counting the money to have what to eat

Someone once told me life was just too sweet

Well darling I wouldn't say such thing

I'm only happy when I feel the breeze

It's always raining in my memories

And I'm so broke, but I don't want to go back to my mother's house

Feelings I have

I can't no longer share them

Cause it's a broken string I'm holding on to

Feelings I had

That I no longer care about

I need a job, just to be safe and sound

If I could choose I would just to be rich

Hide in a house to write my stories

But I cannot, I have to face I'm just an artist

I'm so attached to this island, it feels

Just like a curse to have to leave, but I'll go

I'm going back to my mother's house

Feelings I have

I can't no longer share them

Cause it's a broken string I'm holding on to

Feelings I had

That I no longer care about

I need a job, just to be safe and sound