Before you turn your face away
Let me ask you one last thing
Before you go this last time
Before we walk this path of thorns
And let the past turn to dust
I don't want an eternity of whys

I know all things must end
They are just seasons for us
And the past becomes but a memory
The future yet needs to come
And who knows what that is
Or just what may come to be

Cast your eyes in my direction
And look, perhaps you will see
That nothing but this
Is what matters to me

I don't care for money
I have more than I need
I don't care for titles
It just ends up in greed
I don't care for fame
Or fancy degrees
I don't care for the jones's
Just about what I need