[Intro: Warm fingerpicked acoustic guitar, soft bass, faint harmonica] [Verse 1] When I was young, a dollar meant, A little freedom, money spent. A tank of gas, an open road, And nowhere I was meant to go. I dreamed of having something more, A little house, an open door. A steady job, a place to stay, And enough to keep the wolves away. [Pre-Chorus] But every hill I climbed, There was another one behind. And every dream I caught, Wasn't quite the one I thought. [Chorus] When will I have enough, Enough to be happy? Enough to stop running, From the things I cannot see. I've got more than I imagined, But less than I believe. Tell me, when will I have enough, Or is enough just make-believe? [Verse 2] The house is worth a little more, But there's a crack beneath the floor. The car still runs, the bills get paid, But something always needs replaced. The market rises, markets fall, I watch the numbers on the wall. They tell me that I'm doing fine, But none of it can buy back time. [Pre-Chorus] And every time I get ahead, There's another mouth to feed. Another promise to be kept, Another unexpected need. [Chorus] When will I have enough, Enough to be happy? Enough to stop running, From the things I cannot see. I've got more than I imagined, But less than I believe. Tell me, when will I have enough, Or is enough just make-believe? [Instrumental: Acoustic guitar builds with rhythmic strumming, subtle mandolin melody] [Verse 3] I see a man with nothing much, Just weathered hands and gentle touch. He sits outside beneath a tree, With nowhere else he needs to be. He says, "I've had my share of rain, I've lost some things I can't regain. But all the gold beneath the sun, Won't buy you back a day that's gone." [Bridge: Music fades to a single fingerpicked guitar, intimate raspy vocals] Maybe enough was never more, Than what was waiting at my door. A voice that calls me in at night, A little laughter, a little light. Maybe I was counting wrong, Measuring wealth in things that don't belong. And all the years I spent in doubt, Were years I should've lived without. [Final Chorus: Fuller acoustic strumming, raw emotional vocals] Maybe I have enough, Enough to be happy. Enough to stop running, From the things I cannot see. I've got more than I imagined, And more than I believed. Maybe I already have enough, And enough is all I need. [Outro: Soft fingerpicked guitar, faint harmonica] The sun still rises in the east, The world still turns without me. And all the things I thought I'd need, Are smaller than they used to be. Tomorrow I'll go back to work, There's still a thousand things to do. But tonight I'll sit and watch the stars, And let the world go on without me. [Softly spoken] Just for a little while... I've got enough. [End: Natural acoustic guitar decay]
