I found a box of slides
It said Singapore 1979
And the bright eyes of children
Looked at me from the first photograph
Those kids probably never had
A cent for their entire lives
But I wonder if they were happy
Cause money don't mean much to me alive anyway
Money don't mean nothing when you die
I found a leather case
It made me wish that I could be again
What youth afforded me
Unaffected uninhibited
But I must look to the future now
With this my heavy heart
I apologise for mistakes made in my past
I walked a long and lonely road
And I'll walk alone again
But I promise that I will leave you
Something to remember
Cause money don't mean much to me alive anyway
Money don't mean nothing when you die
Some people ask
How much do you make in your job or whatever
And is it comfortable
Some people ask
What do you create
And can I see it feel it hear it and is it beautiful
Cause money don't mean much to me alive anyway
Money don't mean nothing when you die