[Verse 1: Wiker]
Yea this sounds kind of empty with just a guitar
It reminds me how empty we often are
When we focus on what we lack
We forget what we have, yea we all lose track
Taken aback by the shortage of money in our pockets
We get frustrated but if we would just stop
It's clear our condition's anything but severe
Look at the rest of the world, see we're lucky to be here
Yea this song sounds better with a full band
Just like we could feel better if we could understand
That what we have outweighs what we don't
And we claim that we'll change but we know that we won't
Because every day we see people that have more than we have
And we wish that we had it too, it makes us sad
Even though most of us have more than we need
We just keep wanting more, that's what we call greed
[Verse 2: Wiker]
It's said that money doesn't buy happiness but no one believes that
We say that we do but still we try to appease that
Hunger for the next best thing
Hoping that when we get it we can feel satisfied, living like kings
But even kings want more than they can ever own
Spending their time trying to conquer other kings' thrones
And we learn nothing from them, we see they're never content
But for some reason for us we think it might be different
What good is getting what you want when you don't have what you need
Thinking it's fine but where does that lead
Eventually it becomes clear, easy to see
That we don't end up where we thought that we'd be
So just take a step back, look from a different view
And you could learn some things you thought you already knew
If you're not satisfied when you know you have more than you need
Then you'll never be satisfied, that's a guarantee
[Chorus: Tim Moon]
I don't know if I'll ever see the day
When it's not about how much we make when we get paid
But the way it's looking now, I'm kind of afraid
That things may never change, no things may never change
[Verse 3: Wiker]
Yea
I think we need to imaging just what exactly would happen
If everybody that mattered was just taken away
The world you thought was black and white turned out to have a million colors
And now you're only stuck with a couple shades of gray
You could have millions of dollars it wouldn't solve any problems
Because pecuniary problems well they never decay
No matter how much money you got in your wallet won't stop it
Because pecuniary problems well they never allay
If I had to specify a single item when I die
To take with me into the grave I'd have nothing to say
But if you found yourself to be curious wondering
Where I'll be going when I die then I'll tell you without any delay
See the only thing going to heaven are the souls of the people
And not their bodies originally made out of clay
If you had to make a choice of either saving money or people
I hope that it would be an easy decision to make
[Chorus: Tim Moon]
I don't know if I'll ever see the day
When it's not about how much we make when we get paid
But the way it's looking now, I'm kind of afraid
That things may never change, no things may never change
I don't know if I'll ever see the day
When it's not about how much we make when we get paid
But the way it's looking now, I'm kind of afraid
That things may never change, no things may never change