i wrote a little song

it’s summer. write songs.

brother, can you spare a dime
to call me and let me know that you’re fine?
brother, can you send me a line
and tell me, tell me i can ease my mind

sister, i can’t send you a line
i don’t have a stamp and i don’t have the time
sister, i can’t spare a dime
i’m out of change and i’m out of my mind