Over The Rhine Il Est Dans Mons Poche
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 the other 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
