a quick note on notes
|Ya can't plant it and watch it grow
Ya can't eat it.
Ya can burn it, but will it keep you warm?
And brother, those notes don't sing.
I'd like to meet the man who decided gold should be the measure of my worth.
Ya can't build houses with it.
Ya can't pet it and listen to it purr.
Ya can't live on it, but can you live without it?
And sister, those notes don't sing.
Left on the table, as insult or compliment
Gone from my wallet, since its purpose is to spend it.
Too much or too little can both prove a detriment.
It can sink a friendship if you lend it.
And friends, those cold notes don't sing.