you keep collecting your dollars
without any sense
in what you are wanting
in how it is spent
how much of life
are you banking on it
collecting your dollars
without any sense

you dream of tomorrow
without being awake
making yesterdays sorrows
todays mistakes
drawing up plans
without saving the date
tomorrow will come
but you'll be too late

when your fistful of dollars
are all white washed rinsed
expecting a change
every spin of the wind
you take all you've saved
with a mindset to give
but find out to late
nothing makes any sense