Early November - Money In His Hand Lyrics

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.
It tears me up to see this place green and a machine washed grey.
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, its 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, incase 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.
It tears me up to see this place green and a machine washed grey,
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, its 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, incase 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, its 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, incase this is all I get.
I get.