Nickel

Almost slept a full eight hours last nightI only dreamt of you a couple of timesWe were at a party holding handsDrinking a glass of wineTook the pictures down off of the wallIt didn't hurt too much at all'cept for the ones from MexicoUnder the bright sunshineLike pocket change, my moods rangeFrom one day I'm a quarter, the next I am a dimeToday I feel like a nickel, but I'll be fineI may look like a nickel, but I'll be fineCouple of friends rang me up this weekWondering why we never speakI just ignored the telephoneLived like an islandLike pocket change, my moods rangeFrom one day I'm a quarter, the next I am a dimeToday I feel like a nickel, but I'll be fineI may look like a nickel, but I'll be fineAnd I don't understand a thing these daysI just try to walk a lineHoping one day I will be feeling fineI thought of calling you todayDon't think we have too much to sayJust a silence through the wiresAnd an ache and desireLike pocket change, my moods rangeFrom one day I'm a quarter, the next I am a dimeToday I feel like a nickel, but I'll be fineI may look like a nickel, but I'll be fine