Verse 1 skyscraper mornings, florescent light hum, Living for Friday, but Monday’s still come. Selling his daylight for someone else’s dreams,” Stock options dangled like it’s his destiny. They called it growth, they called it drive, “Lean in harder, you’ll thrive, you’ll thrive.” But every reward had a shorter chain, More to protect, more to maintain. Pre-Chorus Some never question the script they play, But he saw a door… and he walked away. Chorus There’s more! There’s more! There’s more than they say! More than trading your whole life away! He’d heard them whisper when death drew near, “I wish I’d lived while I was here” Verse 2 He made five hundred thousand on a move mapped in faith, Didn’t trade a single hour or ask for a raise. No boss to cap the upside, no ceiling left to break, Just patience under pressure turning vision into cake. That money ain’t for marble floors or diamonds on a chain, It’s five more years of coastal roads and warm sun on his face Some say that this is bragging, but the wise ones hear the why Time is the real currency… and that’s what he buys. Chorus There’s more! There’s more! There’s more than they say! More than trading your whole life away! I’ve heard them whisper when death drew near, “I wish I’d lived while I was here” Bridge: He used to think winning meant climbing the chart, Title and salary stitched into the heart. But the higher it rose, the worse that he felt Gold on the table, but chains on his belt.. So he traded the noise for a slower pace of life, Wide Open roads, jet streams through the skies. If he’s rich in anything when it’s all said and it’s done Let it be days in the dust and days in the sun. Chorus There’s more! There’s more! There’s more than they say! More than trading your whole life away! He’s heard them whisper when death drew near, “I wish I’d lived while I was here!”