Dust

When you’ve given all

That you can give

And you’re pockets are nearly empty

When you’ve found that hole,

You’re slipping through

And you’re money makes you happy

And you’re money makes you happy

Before I turn to dust

Don’t walk on by

Before I turn to rust

Don’t wave goodbye

Before I runaway

From this disaster

You might not see me turn away.

When you’re working hard

For everything

You might not realize

There’s a light that shines

That shines in you

There’s a voice you’re friends have heard

There’s a voice you’re friends have heard