Last night, I slept in yesterday’s clothes
Wrapped in tomorrow’s dreams

“You can be anything at all in America”
Said the girl across the ocean
to the homeless man only snoozing in the subway
that was holding it’s breath, waiting for him to wake up
asleep in yesterday’s clothes
wrapped in tomorrow’s tattered memories

Nickels and dimes don’t make empires
Not here. Not anywhere.
but save up enough and you can buy a sad song
from a man with a cracked voice and a hole in his sock

America, where you can find the woman with the rainbow license plate
borrowing a thunderstorm from the man on the corner
wearing last year’s clothes,
standing knee deep in tomorrow’s hope

The girl across the ocean puts her earbuds back in.