Land of the Bottom Line

I couldn’t bribe a wino on what I used to make
My Fortune was as sure as the wind
But I was free to wonder and time was on my hands
It was mine to burn and to bend
Freedom for freedom
Call that an even scheme
Give me time to wonder and to dream
I’ll take the money
They’ll take the time
Down to the land of the bottom line
To the bottom line
Then there came a chance to make some steady dough
Bouncing up my alley to the door
You fill your clothes with keys and damned responsibilites
Trading the maybe for the sure
All I ever wanted was to be a kid and play
Fighting every change along the way
I don’t like work, but I don’t like waste
And I don’t like waiting for a taste