Money in the bank; money I’m about to spend
Account balance last week had so much to tell
No matter how good it is it all comes to an end
Carried away by life’s expresses we forget the bend
Journey’s end when lovers meet
But what happens if they don’t greet
Minced meat turned beef in a can full of grief
Money in the air. Money I spent last week.
Account balance telling new tales every lift
Two valleys come with every peak
And every lane I pick; I follow thru – no peeks
Stare thru my window while on this you think.