[Intro] [Instrumental] [Verse 1] I used to think the numbers told the story, stacked them high like proof I'd got it right. Then I met a man worth more than I could count to, ninety years old, and scared of one more night. [Pre-Chorus] He had houses he had never once slept in, he had years he'd never learn to spend. All that reaching, and his hands were empty - you can add it up, but you can't buy back a friend. [Chorus] Youth was the only fortune I was given, and I spent half of it chasing the wrong kind of rich. The richest man I ever heard of still ran out of Tuesdays in the end. Money always finds its way back to you - time's the one currency that won't. [Instrumental Break] [Verse 2] I stayed for one more deal, one more late night, told the good part it could wait its turn. Built up everything except the moments, and some of them don't come back once they burn. [Bridge] So spend it while your hands can still hold something, spend it on the ones who feel like home. Not the version of you keeping score - the one who's actually here, not alone. [Instrumental Break] [Chorus] Youth was the only fortune I was given, and I know now what it's worth, if not in time. The richest man I ever heard of still ran out of Tuesdays in the end. Money always finds its way back to you - I'm just glad I learned that while mine's still mine. [Outro] [Instrumental]
