Wheat Penny

I'm at this end of my rope, threaded down to strings Another solitary hour starts to grow wings The conversation whittled down to ordinary things Apartments dry as their starlit magazines 'cause who I am and where I've been Are two completely different things I can try but I never will reconcile the dreams Of who I wished you were inside Whoever that is you've amounted to be I waited but you never came A laden life is taking place You traded all our summer days For staying far out of the rain Found a wheat penny in my pocket, and I found it strange A used-to-be rarity is common if you keep your change All to yourself in a bottle outside drinking range Just close enough to absolve all your hunger pangs I waited but you never came A laden life is taking place You traded all our summer days For staying far out of the rain Who I am and where I've been Are two completely different things I can try but I never will reconcile the dreams Of who I wished you were inside Whoever that is you've amounted to be