There's a farmer down the road lives in a shack Give you the shirt right off his back He's always smilin' like he has it all A Wall Street broker a real kingpin Died all alone didn't have a friend At the funeral not a soul came to call There's dirt poor happy and filthy rich sad Money's no measure for what we have We write off the loss and count what's gained Balance the credit against the blame Just one thing in this old world adds up It all comes down to love or the lack of They sold the mansion on the hill split the dividends Now he'll see the kids every other weekend They were missin' something they couldn't buy An old couple cross town in a trailer park Countin' all the blessings shared in their hearts They'll see heaven side by side Life is on short haul in the long run You can't call it livin' if it's without love We write off the loss... [ Guitar - fiddle ] We write off the loss... It all comes down all comes down to love or the lack of It all comes down to love or the lack of