Dime - Cake

In the brown shag carpet of a cheap motel

In the dark and dusty corner by the TV shelf

Is a small reminder of a simpler time

When a crumpled up pair of trousers lost a brand new dime

Well you ask me how I made it through and how my mint condition could belong to

you

When I’m on the ground I roll through town

I’m a president you don’t remember getting kicked around

I’m a dime, I’m fine

And I shine I’m freshly minted

I am determined not to be dented

By a car or by a plane or anything not yet invented…

I’m a dime, I’m fine

And I shine

In the hiss and rumble of the freeway sounds

As the afternoon commuters drive their cars around

There’s a ringle jingle near the underpass

There’s a sparkle near the fast food garbage and roadside trash

I’m a dime, I’m fine

And I shine I’m freshly minted

I’m silver-plated, I’m underrated

You won’t even pick me up because I’m not enough for a local phone call…

I’m a dime, I’m fine

And I shine

I’m a dime, I’m fine

And I shine

I’m a dime, I’m fine

And I shine