I caught myself wishing That I was the rain Free to fall any time Free to fall any place Or a penny in the pocket In a pair of tattered jeans Meant it back in nineteen-sixty-three But that penny undoubtedly Has seen much more scenery Oh I caught myself wishing I was pocket change
I caught myself staring At cars in passing lanes Waiting for a glimpse Of their lives at play I caught myself wishing I was graffiti on the train Their role in the play stays the same Oh how long will it be Before that old twisted being Chips away, and I can’t start free Woo!
I caught myself wishing I was a suitcase on a plane Intercepted by a flight attendant who came to see it had no name Possessions did no [?] to turn me whole again Now I wish I were your luggage and back in the plane
I caught myself wishing That I were today Captured in a snapshot And placed inside a picture frame I caught myself wishing I were the expression your face Gone today, then gone without a trace Emotions come and go Much like people and the day Oh I wish I were a name on your brain Ooo-hoo Oh, ooo-hoo Oh, ooo-hoo