Chasing Gold

For you only buy what you get sold And you only have what you can hold So don't spend your life chasing gold Don't live your years with a worried mind Over what you'll lose or leave behind For you only keep what you can find Don't you live your years with a worried mind Don't spend your days with a troubled soul Filling voids and plugging holes Let go of what you can't control Don't you spend your days with a troubled soul For there's no sense there's no rhyme and no reason To worry about the future or dwell upon the past Live every day of every month of every season And every moment like your last Don't walk your road with a heavy heart Or lose your light out in the dark For every days a brand new start --- Chasing Gold - Passenger