[Verse] Ungrateful to the paycheck grind Chasing gold Leaving life behind If we fade before we shine Did we ever know the time
[Prechorus] The sun that sets still wakes again The count of riches has its end
[Chorus] But what of the heart What of the soul Counting wealth won’t make you whole Rich man’s pride Poor man’s pain What’s the point if it’s all in vain
[Verse 2] The poor man’s worth is brushed away The rich man’s greed builds his display Fingers point But who’s to blame We’re all just players in the same game
[Bridge] Empty hands Full of grace Crowns of gold Hollowed space If we could trade Would we stay Or lose it all for one more day
[Chorus] What of the heart What of the soul Counting wealth won’t make you whole Rich man’s pride Poor man’s pain What’s the point if it’s all in vain
Style de musique
heartfelt delivery; use fingerpicked guitar and subtle percussion to carry the emotion, rhythmic, introspective; male vocals with a raw, acoustic