WisconsinHe traded his smile for a paycheckIt wasn't enough so he had to start walkingGot on a bus, said "To Boston"Fell asleepWoke up in WisconsinHeyIt could be enoughNothing works outThe way your mama promisedHeyDon't you have enough?Nothing works outThe way your daddy saidHe traded the paycheck for a sketchbookSat on the street drawing twenty-dollar portraitsShe smiled first, said "My place"Followed her homeWoke up by a street lampHeyIt could be enoughNothing works outThe way your mama promisedHeyDon't you have enough?Nothing works outThe way your daddy saidNothing to trade but the sketchbookSti
(she's a poet and disn't know it.