Money In His Hand - The Early November

And I just can’t get this off my mind

My voice, it yells inside

It tells me all the time

That I could leave right now

Oh, it tears me up to see this place

Green and a machine washed gray

But all we know is this…

I’ve been trying for the past four years

Broken a lie to get this here

It’s not the heart that makes the man

It’s the money in his hand

It’s been a struggle for the past few nights

I had to quit to realize

That I can’t waste no time on it

In case this is all I get

One year, one month and seven days

To lose the love it takes

And grow plastic from my hands

So I can leave right now

Oh, it tears me up to see this place

Green and a machine washed gray

With all the shine and ritz…

I’ve been trying for the past four years

Broken a lie to get this here

It’s not the heart that makes the man

It’s the money in his hand

It’s been a struggle for the past few nights

I had to quit to realize

That I can’t waste no time on it

In case this is all I get

I’ve been trying for the past four years

Broken a lie to get this here

It’s not the heart that makes the man

It’s the money in his hand

It’s been a struggle for the past few nights

I had to quit to realize

That I can’t waste no time on it

In case this is all I get

I get…