Canasta - Money Making Money lyrics

Raised being told that he Could do anything he wanted to He wondered if that still were true His son was three; his house was two His wife kept quiet 'cause she knew Much better than that He's making money making money for a living And it brings him down She thinks it's funny She says, "Honey, count your blessings" And it brings him down When he was young He thought that someday he'd be comfy Now it brings him down The things that he regrets not doing Outnumber memories of the things that he did No time to worry 'bout that now He's busy cushioning his kid To protect him from that