This crumpled dollar bill in my back pocket
Reminds me i had twenty
What somebody said to someone
You'd think that worries him
Laid out on the newsstands
Or even sinful publications
Chorus:
See the haze on commonplace streets,
You're back again
So we walk on different streets
Taking time no one seems to notice
Outside you're all smiles
When inside i know you're hurten
(chorus)
This crumpled dollar bill in my back pocket
Reminds me i had twenty
What somebody said to someone
You'd think that worries him
