BETTER OFF BROKE

All by my lonesome and by myself
Ain't no soul left this boy can sell
Cause there ain't no reason to make no rhymes
Oh child, you're right on time

Oh child, the things I could tell
The things I could tell you, but you already know
Those rhymes ain't cards you play like poker
They're jokers so hold 'em til the fools all fold

So the child came over or the child came out
Speakin' in a whisper what a man might shout
About dreams and devils and dollars and dimes
Oh child, you're right on time

Oh child, the things I could tell you
The things I could tell you, but you already know
Keep drawin' them dreams in the dirt with your finger
Cause singin's about bringin' that mud some soul

So we sing all night and we talk all day
And we sleep while the farmers of the world make hay
And throw pennies in the well, and we pull back wine
Oh child, you're right on time

Oh child, the things I could tell you
The things I could tell you, but you already know
Water to wine and wine to wishes
And wishes to something you can drink down cold

Why now, why all now?
Hope's just something we need somehow
Why now, why all now?
Tomorrow ain't going away

Golden-tongued child and a fireside night
Spittin' songs in the kettle with the heat up high
When the blood's to a boil then the soup's sublime
Oh child, you're right on time

Oh child, the things I could tell you
The things I could tell you, but you already know
You're better off broke with soup in your belly
Than sittin' there hungry round a pot of gold


Copyright 2008. Words and music by Danny Schmidt.