Dime

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 cost 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