Little Clocks

I say, brother can you help me?
I’m looking for some shelter
‘Cause the rain is dripping off my sleeve

I got my hand in the gutter
And I’m looking for some cover
But I’m better off chasing a dream

Can you cut a little slack?
‘Cause I’m lying on my back
And I got no other place to go

I’ve been walking down the street
Got no boots on my feet
Just a busted up radio

Tired of the aching and wired from the rake
I gotta get a little tough out here
Better off dead than stuck in my own head
I can hear it

And it’s a long road to walk
And I’m chasing little clocks
And I don’t see the end coming too soon

I’ll keep my ear to the speaker
Keep on walking down the street
One day I’ll step along to my own tune