Company

Got a rich man's dream. Wanna swap my taxi on a limousine.

Wanna cash it in. Wanna give it all away.

Got a poor man's needs. Beans in the bucket and love in the sheets.

And your sandy eyes. Making it all all right.

Something's calling on me...

And I don't know where I'm going.

I don't know where I'm going.

I got no place to be.

Honey, keep me company.

Woke peacefully in a town somehow in New Jersey.

In my momma's arms, rocking to the radio.

Now I sing myself to sleep in apartment 4 in building G.

Gotta lock the door. Gotta hide the key.

Oh, baby, I'm free...

And I don't know where I'm going.

I don't know where I'm going.

I got no place to be.

Honey, keep me company.

Now maybe one day I'll be a famous man with an LA tan,

a million fans, and a catamaran floating movie stars.

Or maybe one day I'll be a bum in the gutter with a bottle in my hands.

And your sandy eyes making it all all right.

Making it all all right.

Making it all all right.