Lisa Rose

Lyrics

Ain’t the Money©
Ain’t the money, honey, ain’t the money, ain’t the money here that holds me tight.
Ain’t the money, ain’t that money, only memories that tug at night.
Here anchored, so pampered, and yet it all falls short. Hearts bound like boats in harbors,
stormy weather in every port.
Ain’t the money, honey, ain’t the money, ain’t no diamond here can leave me blind:
ain’t no diamond, ain’t no diamond, only history that grounds my flight.
In my bowl there’s no gold, only echoes all afloat,
the hunger for thunder feeding fields of my every note.
Land so full o’ roots, trees with falling fruit, houses gabled, horses stabled, here I am en route.
Ain’t the money, honey, ain’t the money, ain’t the money here that holds me tight;
ain’t the money, ain’t that money, only tribal lines that keep me tied.
I do not walk on water, cannot alter massive pasts;
so, I sing on wax wings, legs leashed to silent masts.
Ain’t the money, honey, ain’t the money, ain’t the sugar that gives me delight.
Ain’t the sugar, sugar honey, I need a luscious song to give me flight.
I’m bone dry, on standby, how can I simplify.
The anchor meanders with tides that mesmerize.
Rosy-colored eyes try to justify: ships and trains and aeroplanes and still there’s no goodbye.
It ain’t the money, honey, ain’t the money, the hell with money when you hold me tight.