Rich Man

Home of pavement's where I roam
My hands are trembling but my lips are smiling
I've got coins in my can
Makes me feel like a rich man

My young skin gave me hope
The skies will always change
Head up high, shirt tucked right
Makes me feel like a rich man

The hairs on my head darken like dirt
Lighten like dying sun
Why don't my cries sound in their ears
I guess they just aren't listening

The dull silver coins still chime in my can
Wrinkles painted with a fine brush
I'm weathered and tired
Where'd it all go
I have no time to read your books

"How can you smile with your lips wrapped around a loaded gun?"

So this home of pavement
It never seems to grow
They love to pass by
Don't quite feel like a rich man