The Time You Can't ReplaceThe Power of Broke

They see the lights... But they don't see the nights. Yeah, Yeah Glass walls lookin' out on the city I own Every light is a soul, but I'm standin' here all alone Phone full of contacts, but nobody to call 'Cause the only language I speak now is "conference call" Remember late nights, we were laughin' in the van Talkin' 'bout the future, drawin' pictures in the sand Now the future's here, and the picture's in a frame But everybody in that picture doesn't know my new name. The city's mine, but I'm losing time This view from the top is a lonely climb They celebrate the wins, but they never see the cost This 100-Hour Work-Week got my old self lost Yeah, the gospel got a price you never read about Just the silence in the penthouse when the world is loud. Missed my mother's birthday, sent a check instead Voicemail from my brother, left it on unread Promised I'd be there, but the deal had to close That's the garden that you plant, so that's the flower that grows I turned the family business into a corporation Traded heartfelt handshakes for sterile negotiation This ain't a complaint, this is just the confession The weight of the crown is a constant possession I'm still that hungry kid, but the hunger's changed its taste It's not for the money, it’s for the time I can't replace. The city's mine, but I'm losing time This view from the top is a lonely climb They celebrate the wins, but they never see the cost This 100-Hour Work-Week got my old self lost Yeah, the gospel got a price you never read about Just the silence in the penthouse when the world is loud. They tell you 'bout the glory... They don't tell you 'bout the silence when you finally win the war. Just the price of the dream...