Pieces Of Eight

It's six o'clock

Good morning sounds are everywhere

The warmth of spring, a gentle breeze blows through my hair

I hurry through my life never stopping to see

How beautiful it was meant to be

I'm just a prisoner in a king's disguise

Broken dreams as we shuffle by

It's six o'clock it's quitting time I'm done for the day

Out on the streets I overheard a lady say

We now have everything or so people say

But now this emptiness haunts me every day

We seek the lion's share never knowing why

Come alive spread your wings and fly

Pieces of eight

The search for the money tree

Don't cash your freedoms in for gold

Pieces of eight

Can't buy you everything

Don't let it turn your heart to stone