I can dream up
A story told time and time
Again,

She waits for somebody else
She's well kept, well dressed
Red dress, red lace caress her arms, sitting with legs crossed across the bar
And this my story to tell
So I say she’s a redhead
And by no means a means to an end
Keeps herself under her own agency

She chooses her sutors or men
I get her because she gets me

A weight less heavy
Each day less deadly
A chase paced more steadily
A waiting for change

Maybe today
I meet that special lady
That pretty Penny
That sense of making
Change more weighty
waiting less
on anybody elses
Heavy chains to break off
When the the day is done
And I get a break

But today
I was late because I overslept
Once again
Overdreamt
And now I never get to meet
This lady made up of the stuff dreams are made of
After hours
Sitting just across the way
Because today I get laid
Off