Dime a Dozen

When you were down and out
couldn't stand up
sick of all the hate,
you sold me dreams
dime a dozen,
our voices on the phone
through the night,
you wouldn't sleep before dawn
came, you were
young and scared of everything
but I wanted you,
as the night wants for starlight,
I was trapped and you
gave me wings,
you needed a home
to lay your burdens down,
talking in the dark
across the wires.