This song is about a kind of wealth that doesn’t show up in your bank account.
It’s about walking through life with nothing in your pocket, but still feeling like you’ve got everything that matters. The kind of feeling you can’t buy—when the sun hits your face, the music sounds just right, and for a moment, you’re completely free.
Most people chase money because they think it will give them that feeling. But sometimes, without anything at all, you realise you already have it.
This song lives in that space.
It’s not about pretending things are easy. It’s about choosing how you see your life, even when it’s simple, even when it’s uncertain. It’s about finding joy in small things—cheap coffee, streetlights, a song playing at the right time—and recognising that richness is something you carry inside you.
(No Money Blues)” is a reminder that being rich isn’t always about what you own.
Sometimes, it’s about how you feel while you’re walking through the world.
🎵 (No Money Blues)
Verse 1
Got a hole in my pocket
Sun on my face
Walking downtown
Like I own the place
Shoes worn thin
But my step is light
Living like a king
On a Saturday night
Pre-Chorus
No silver
No gold
But I don’t do
What I’m told
Chorus
Living the high life
No money at all
Laughing like I’m ten feet tall
Cheap coffee
Neon glow
Nowhere rich
But I go
Living the high life
Watch me shine
Nothing in my hands — still mine
Verse 2
Window shopping dreams
Cadillac chrome
Smile at the things
I’ll never own
Jukebox playing
My favorite song
If rich is a feeling
I’ve been rich all along
Pre-Chorus
Empty wallet
Open sky
That’s enough
For a guy
Chorus
Living the high life
No money at all
Laughing like I’m ten feet tall
Cheap coffee
Neon glow
Nowhere rich
But I go
Living the high life
Watch me shine
Nothing in my hands — still mine
Bridge (60s uplift moment)
Someday maybe
Big front door
But tonight I don’t need more
Got the streetlights
Got the sound
Got my feet on holy ground
Final Chorus (lift)
Living the high life
No money at all
World feels big
And I feel tall
No diamonds
No car
Still a shining
Little star
Living the high life
Can’t you see
Poor in cash
But rich in me
Michael Forty