DESCRIPTION:
This song is based an a saying my grandfather used to use when i was a kid.

My papa said "A man ain't a man without some jingling change in his pockets".
My heart is a chain; each beat is a link that holds your image, like a locket.
But all I have are these empty pockets.

The winds of change are blowing so cold at this time in my life, I need sun.
Your love is my fire, each flame is a warm trickle of hope, that I'm not done.
But all I have are these empty pockets.

Times are hard, times are hard and they're getting harder.
But I stay in the fight, trying to do what right but I ain't getting no smarter.
I'm doing all I can, trying to feel a man, but I'm tired.
Because I'm trapped inside these empty pockets.

Empty pockets can feel so warm; they can hide your dreams from the storm.
Empty pockets is where I bide my time, until it's my time to shine.

My papa said "A man ain't a man without some jingling change in his pockets".