Pretenders - EVERY MOTHER'S SON lyrics

Il Est Dans Mon Poche

words and music: Bergquist

recording: Patience

Here is my fortune

here is my fame

here is my future

it's in my pocket

and if my fortune

weren't only lint and small change

wishing in one hand

bird in another

see which one will take me farthest from here

here is my hopelessness

though i'm not helpless

i need a window

that i can climb through

just one small opening

a little lantern to light my way

discovering my hands

catch at the altar

i fall on my face as the words hit my ear

here is my fortune

here is my fame

here is my future

it's in my pocket

il est dans mon poche