Pieces Of Eight Lyrics - Pieces Of Eight - Styx

It's six O'clock, good morning sounds are everywhere 

The warmth of spring, a gentle breeze blows through my hair 

I hurry through my life never stopping to see 

How beautiful it was meant to be 

I'm just a prisoner in a king's disguise 

Broken dreams as we shuffle by 

It's six O'clock, it's quitting time I'm done for the day 

Out on the streets, I overheard a lady say 

We now have everything, or so people say 

But now this emptiness haunts me every day 

We seek the lion's share never knowing why 

Come alive spread your wings and fly 

Pieces of eight, the search for the money tree 

Don't cash your freedoms in for gold 

Pieces of eight can't buy you everything 

Don't let it turn your heart to stone 

Pieces of eight, the search for the money tree 

Don't cash your freedoms in for gold 

Pieces of eight, treasures filled with emptiness 

Don't let it turn your heart to stone 

Pieces of eight, the search for the money tree 

Don't cash your freedoms in for gold 

Pieces of eight, treasures filled with emptiness 

Don't let it turn your heart to stone