Looking at my feet, sitting in the street
Picking up the language from the people that I meet
I'm moving slower now
Guess that's why I came
And I don't know how I ever had the wherewithal
To know to stay.
Back home the men are swarming, raised since they were boys
So it feels like a game, to see who's left with all the toys
I've read the words of those who gave it up to follow a call
And I reread it now cause I'm lonely and lost and small
They write what is your soul worth, what is your soul worth,
What is your soul worth? Do you think you get more than one?
My latest line of questioning, she met it with a hug
Hands pressed on my back, keeping me from cracking up
I cried what if this is selfish,
What happens when the money runs out?
And she said, baby you've been giving of yourself,
You know it always comes around
Besides what is your soul worth, what is your soul worth,
What is your soul worth? Do you think you get more than one?
My father was a wanderer, a lover of the waves
My father was an architect before he got straight
And took a job and bought a house
Saved up for my brother and me
And oh my father I am grateful
But I cannot choose the same thing
And what is my soul worth, what is my soul worth,
What is my soul worth? Do you think you get more than one?
What is our soul worth, what is our soul worth
What is our soul worth, and do you think we get more than one?