YOU SAID MONEY

Again and again and again you said “money”
And the older you got, the more you forgot what matters
Over and over and over again you said “money”
But the more that you got, the more you forgot what matters

In an abandoned railway station you can really get some thinking done
Just one on one, you can get you some
In an abandoned railway station in Pocatello, Idaho
A bitter wind blows winter snow

I believe you made your point, beyond the breaking point it seems
Your childhood dreams turned to money schemes
Looking up and looking out, that’s something you could live without
Stranger within, without a doubt

I can’t give you what you feel when what you feel is never here
Your biggest fear, there’s nothing here
The Rememberer remembers, the crippled are forgiven here
No questions here, the coast is clear

The existential question of the human race
The consequential question that we all must face
Does money come first? Or would it be worse?
To satisfy your hunger when you’re dying of thirst

The existential question of the human race
The consequential question that we all must face
Does money come first? Or is it reversed?
Many say they’re hungry when they’re dying of thirst

The existential question of the human race
The consequential question that we all must face
Does money come first? Or would it be worse?
To satisfy your hunger when you’re dying of thirst

The existential question of the human race
The consequential question that we all must face
Does money come first? Or is it reversed?
Many say they’re hungry when they’re dying of thirst

In an abandoned railway station in Pocatello, Idaho
In an abandoned railway station in Pocatello, Idaho
In an abandoned railway station

A Song Can Tell A Story

When words leave off, music begins.

YOU SAID MONEY