Little Clocks

I say, brother can you help me?

I'm looking for some shelter

'Cause the rain is dripping off my sleeve

I got my hand in the gutter

And I'm looking for some cover

But I'm better off chasing a dream

Can you cut a little slack?

'Cause I'm lying on my back

And I got no other place to go

I've been walking down the street

Got no boots on my feet

Just a busted up radio

Tired of the aching and wired from the rake

I gotta get a little tough out here

Better off dead than stuck in my own head

I can hear it

And it's a long road to walk

And I'm chasing little clocks

And I don't see the end coming too soon

I'll keep my ear to the speaker

Keep on walking down the street

One day I'll step along to my own tune