Who do you think I am — your deadline poet?
Don't need your money man
It takes me time to phrase a verse inchoate —
to get the lines to land
Ridin' that same train is gonna get you paid
Never been a map for any trip I ever made

What do you think I am — your round-trip ticket?
I only go one way
You thought you'd found a dove and tried to trick it
But you won't fly today
Grounded under plunder you can't live without
Always promising a change — that's what you're about

What do you think I am — your deadline poet

Where do you think I am — in your vest pocket —
between your cap and dime?
That you can reach for me like your gold locket
And I'll give you the time?
You're always tryin' to offer tender that won't spend
Anyplace that I am goin', anywhere I've been

Who do you think I am — your deadline poet?