I didn't find a lucky penny
so I flipped it over
and left it for someone else to find
and a dime just in time
for the little kid behind me
to pick it up and yell,
hey mom, I found a dime

then I turned around the corner
and I dropped another dollar
just in case the street needed some more cash
in the end, I made it home
with nothing in my pockets
except some cigarettes and some stones

I pick them up when I go walking
some are shiny, all are dirty
some are just pebbles that might grow up to be stones
as an adult, no one can stop you
from getting your hands dirty
when you're walking home alone

then I saw a little black cat
cross the street before a fast cab
flashed and disappeared into the night
he glanced back with understanding
of a future life impending
and we both knew it wasn't his time yet

I didn't find a lucky penny
so I flipped it over
and left it for someone else to find
and a dime just in time
for the little kid behind me
to pick it up and yell,
hey mom, I found a dime...