Текст песни Money

Sitting here my friend I see so much going I feel the cold and heat Living on the street I don't have much to offer Perhaps nothing that matters to you So I'm thinking to myself Why would you care about me? What is the price of your heart? Will it be the same as my tears? How much does all this money mean Given the poverty of love in the world No one knows my story Their time is very important Who says that's the end? Maybe I am just testing you Who of us is truly blind? Who is carrying the heaviest weight? I'm here in this forgotten place Maybe waiting for someone to pick me up