Money Blowing in the Wind

I was an empty soul

My car was left by the side of the road

and I was walking as fast as I could

looking for something good

So the first thing I'll do

is come looking for you

but please promise to me

that you'll hide the key...

and lover tell me

when I'm lonely

you won't pick up the phone

because to hear your voice

knowing Ive got no choice 

but to take the road back home

its like money blowing in the wind

I am a rough one, yes

scabs and sores beneath my clothes

who talk of things that no one knows

but you knew who I was

I'm like a restless bird

and it took so many miles 

for me to get to you

but I know you know me better

than I do...

so lover tell me

when I'm lonely

you won't pick up the phone

because to hear your voice

knowing Ive got no choice 

but to take the road back home

its like money blowing in the wind