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

Pieces of eight, the search for the money tree
Don't cash your freedoms in for gold
Pieces of eight, treasures filled with emptiness
Don't let it turn your heart to stone

Pieces of eight, the search for the money tree
Don't cash your freedoms in for gold
Pieces of eight, treasures filled with emptiness
Don't let it turn your heart to stone