Best things are for free

Before the meter starts its spin, before a pocket holds a dime There’s a furnace burning miles away, and it’s never asked a dime for time It paints the crops, it dries the rain, it wakes the whole world up to be You can’t put a price on a morning that was always yours for free

‘Cause the best things are for free And the good news, there is plenty for everyone Not the stuff you claim But the energy that keeps you young

It hits you like a freight train while you’re washing dishes late at night A melody, a sentence, a way to see the wrong as right No billionaire invented it, no patent owns the spark It just lands inside a quiet mind and leaves a match inside the dark

Yeah, the best things are for free And the good news, there is plenty for everyone Not the stuff you claim But the energy that keeps you young

You give a dollar, it runs dry. You give a grudge, it grows a chain But love—real love—you pass it on and somehow double what remains A hand that lifts a stranger up, a word that saves a breaking heart The only wealth that multiplies the moment you decide to start

The sun don’t bill you for the dawn Inspiration doesn’t check your net worth, no And love’s the only currency that’s gone the moment you won’t let it go

The best things are for free Oh, the good news, there is plenty for everyone Not the stuff you claim It’s the energy that keeps you young

Sun on your face… An idea out of nowhere… Somebody’s hand in yours… That’s the stuff. That’s the only stuff.