Emily Ricks - Bottom Of the Sea

There's a billionaire at the bottom of the ocean
Who'd give anything to swap places with me
It's kind of funny, that money means a lot less to somebody
When oxygen is the only thing you need

So i guess instead of counting cents
I should be counting my breaths
As my primary form of currency
It turns out that big ol' house you own
And the fancy car you bought for show
Means nothing at the bottom of the sea

There's a homeless man sleeping underneath the bus stop
But hardly anyone looks down to see
It's kind of funny, that money means a lot more to somebody
When a cardboard box is wherе you have to sleep
The next timе instead of walking by all caught in my own life
I'm gonna stop and ask for his story

Cause wether you're broke or a billionaire
It costs you nothing just to care
'cause we all end up at the bottom of the sea
I've never seen a U-HAUL behind a hearse
I've never heard a eulogy about somebody's networth
His net green level yard, four carrot diamond and a five star mansion
Still gets you six feet deep in the earth
There's a billionaire at the bottom of the ocean
Who'd give anything to swap places with me