And last night your picture
Today the boss said, sorry,
And tonight the light bulb
Thing s have gone to pieces
Nothing turns out half right,
There ain't nothing in my pocket
but three nickels and a dime
But I'm holding to the pieces
Somebody threw a baseball
And said he'd haul my things away
If I didn't get my payments
Things have gone to pieces
Nothing turns out half right,
There ain't nothing in my pocket
but three nickels and a dime
But I'm holding to the pieces of my dream