My life slowly passing by me

[Verse 1] Staring through a paper-thin wallet, Then up at the ceiling overhead. My eyes drift to the calendar, Counting days again and again. Still, I’m the same old man. Whether I’m rich or broke, It doesn’t change tomorrow’s sky. [Chorus] Even when today hits hard, Even when my wallet’s running light, By the break of dawn, The wind might change its course. [Verse 2] I don’t drown myself in whiskey, And chasing women ain’t my way. You won’t find salvation In things you never needed anyway. I’ve got a bed where I can sleep, A painting that still makes me smile, A few good books upon the shelf, And the radio sounds just fine. [Chorus] Whether I’m rich or broke, It doesn’t change tomorrow’s sky. Even when today hits hard, Even when my wallet’s running light, By the break of dawn, The wind might change its course.