There was a man, whose touch was gold
Please understand that I envied everything he'd hold
There was a man, who I'd die to be
But this poor man was never quite whole
And I could never see
Could never see, that the gold was lead
Was he my aspiration, or was that in my head?
From the dawn of humankind
The grass is greener on the other side
Our grass is green or shades in between
But maybe I'm just color blind, you see?
Surrounded by silver, covering split cracks
Remember
Gold paint's cheaper than buyin' your own pickaxe
The spray will fade, with time will rust
They'll figure out so quick that, honey, you're a bust!
From the dawn of humankind
The grass is greener on the other side
Blind as can be and might as such
But I've realized now he had the blues of the Midas Touch