Lyrics Pocket Money - Carole King

No friends, no dreams, no pocket money

There's a wall around my body
A fence around my kind
Nothing comes to me easily
Not leastwise peace of mind

Still, I keep movin'
Tryna break on through
I don't know nothing else to do

Peeling paint above my head is just another sign
Black clouds in the distance
Gettin' closer all the time

I gotta keep movin'
Tryna break on through
I don't know nothing else to do

Sometimes when I think that things are bad as they can be
I see a fella standing
Lower down on the ladder than me

Now, I'm alive and kicking
Dust behind my heel
Long as I got my soul
I'm on the good end of the deal

And I'm gonna keep movin'
Tryna break on through
I don't know nothing else to do
I gotta keep movin'

No friends, no dreams, no pocket money
So, I'm gonna keep movin'
No pocket money