Where's the Money?

See him sitting with his carburetor blues
Reading newspapers that don’t report the news
Goes to work
His boss' a jerk, yeah you know
On his walk he smokes three cigarettes, in a row
By the time he arrives at the office he’s got nowhere else to go
No matter what I say or do I’ll always be in love with you
Reading silently in bed beside his wife, he
Wonders why they haven’t talked in half their lives
But he knows
That she’ll say:
«You never even loved me, anyway»
He’s so tired that by the evening he’s got nothing left to say
Except
Where’s the money?
Where’s the mon--I can’t find it anywhere, perhaps it’s gone?
Where’s the money?
Where’s the mon--I can’t find it anywhere, perhaps it’s gone?
And he gathers up some stones as he looks up at the sun
In the early misty morning in the cemetery, oh
He thinks «My wife and I would feel so fine if we could only see our son»
No matter what I say or do I’ll always be in love with you
Where’s the money?
Where’s the mon--I can’t find it anywhere, perhaps it’s gone?
Where’s the money?
Where’s the mon--I can’t find it anywhere, perhaps it’s gone?
Where’s my family?
Where’s my son?
I don’t see him anywhere, perhaps he’s gone?
Where’s my honey?
Where’s my love?
I can’t find her anywhere, perhaps she gone?
But no matter what I say or do I’ll always be in love with you
No matter how we pass the time, it always seems to feel so fine
If I could never be with you, I don’t know what I’d ever do
Even if we’re far apart, you’ll always stay here in my heart
Ahhh…