Kids, a car, a job, and money

Noel Miller

©1998 Fall98

he walks to the train station and waits

going to new york, crossing states

he tells me about his kids and his Honda prelude

plays with his tie and sits on the bench

do you ever feel like this is a new day?

Do the hands of the clock turn for you?

Yesterday I was dreaming about a family

Kids, a car, a job, and money

And tomorrow I’ll be dreaming (a)bout this fantasy

Kids, a car, a job, and money

Kids, a car, a job, and money

Kisti kicks back and watches tv

Chugs her whiskey and blows smoke rings

She tells me in broken English how drunk she is

Falls to the floor and picks herself up

do you ever feel like this is a new day?

She winks, shrugs, and she says

Yesterday I was dreaming about a family

Kids, a car, a job, and money

And tomorrow I’ll be dreaming (a)bout this fantasy

Kids, a car, a job, and money

Kids, a car, a job, and money

And the hands turn the page, and today is a history book

Suddenly you’re old and gray, and you’re all alone

Yesterday I was dreaming about a family

Kids, a car, a job, and money

And tomorrow I’ll be dreaming (a)bout this fantasy

Kids, a car, a job, and money

Kids, a car, a job, and money