Billionaire from Billionaire by Kathleen Edwards

There are a million things
That can keep a person up at night
And when I close my eyes
I go back in time when everything was fine and you’re still here
There are a million people who will never even know
That sweet look on your face when you’re bounding through the door
The secret messages that you left behind
For us to find
If this feeling
Were currency
I would be
A billionaire
There are a million pictures living in your phone
The history of your smile
Everywhere you ever went is just living somewhere in a cloud
Someone says your name
I always turn around
If this feeling
Were currency
I would be
A Billionaire
Grief is love that makes sense
Except for those of us still left
To figure out what to do
At night with all these thoughts of you
Your perfect skin
Your smiling eyes
I can see them in my mind
How your kindness ricocheted through everyone
If this feeling
Were currency
I would be
A Billionaire

• Folk
• singer-songwriter
• Ottawa