I don’t care if i have money and I don’t care if I have money in a secret place in my hotel room but maybe my secret place is my myth ‘cause I ain’t got no room
big black bag’s hanging on your shoulder and each oncoming car splashes water on you you’ve got a letter from one more girl but what she’d say if she saw you now
well now I would play my piano but my old piano is gone with a bill for my room but now I think maybe this bill was my myth `cause now I have no room yeah instead of a piano
one more letter that you’ve got from this girl she’s ready to show you her own world and open your eyes to her dreams again just for you you’d take it from her as a gift but now you know that her own world means nothing and it’s too small for you yeah I’ll show you