Money's Not the Prime

by Brent Berry

All rights reserved, Brent Berry Publications 2007

Money's not the prime, if you've got the time
Take a look at those you left for granted still
Make another list, I hope I get your kiss
If I didn't then I'm sorry I missed you.

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Take another trip down the line
I'm sure when he returns you'll be fine
And as for all those things you missed - but my loving
And that you had.
If you can show me just what you learned from his leaving
Happy remembering those cool summer evenings
Listen to the wind, no beginning or ending
Now that's the way, hope you remember me.

'Cause when I do, remember you, those days and nights, I spent wandering by
I'm faded and waiting for your call.

Drying on the vine, southern harvest time
Treats are good but truth is what I want from you
Lost you in the dust, between pain and lust
Fare you well, I couldn't tell if it was true.

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