There's a farmer down the road lives in a shack
Give you the shirt right off his back
He's always smilin' like he has it all

A Wall Street broker a real kingpin
Died all alone didn't have a friend
At the funeral not a soul came to call

There's dirt poor happy and filthy rich sad
Money's no measure for what we have


We write off the loss and count what's gained
Balance the credit against the blame
Just one thing in this old world adds up

It all comes down to love or the lack of

They sold the mansion on the hill split the dividends

Now he'll see the kids every other weekend
They were missin' something they couldn't buy
An old couple cross town in a trailer park

Countin' all the blessings shared in their hearts
They'll see heaven side by side
Life is on short haul in the long run

You can't call it livin' if it's without love

We write off the loss...

[ guitar - fiddle ]
We write off the loss...
It all comes down all comes down to love or the lack of

It all comes down to love or the lack of