Vertical pillow on the left-hand side,
just enough space for a dream,
but who has time for dreams anymore,
Man on the corner selling drugs needs gas;
can of mace, tin of brownies side by side.
Who has time to worry if it’s safe?
Kids in the office ’cause their parents broke up,
need advice from nobody like me.
Moms getting discount dignity for Christmas,
groceries downtown, expired apple juice.
And the fellas in designer glasses
lookin’ out for somebody chill,
oh man, oh man.
Everybody’s hurting all around, like a fire,
so who’s got a right to dream?
Who, if their eyes are open,
has time for dreams anymore,