Pocket Full Of Dreams

They say if I get paid then I'll be fine,

but I can't get by on anything but you.

I know if I smoke, then I might die;

but I won't die for anything but you.

I found a shooting star in the pocket of my jeans.

I won the lottery and built a time machine.

I got ev'rything, and ev'rything is mine to lose,

but I don't want anything but you.

Ooh,

ooh,

ooh.

A cardboard box of makebelieve, empty pocket full of dreams,

and you are ev'rything I need.

I never found a shooting star and there's holes in my jeans.

I didn't win the lottery or build a time machine.

I never had much at all,

but I've still got ev'rything to lose 'cause I don't want anything but you.