[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
A zene stílusa
heartfelt delivery; use fingerpicked guitar and subtle percussion to carry the emotion, rhythmic, introspective; male vocals with a raw, acoustic