Better Than This
Patrick Cannell © 1996
Half way up the street
The kids have got me beat.
They all play with better toys than me.
I'm badly done to and it's plain to see.
Half way down the road
The pavement's made of gold.
The blokes all drive in jaguars and jeeps
But all I get to drive are wrecks and heaps.
Sorry for youself.
There must be something better than this.
Half afraid to find that there is.
In some foreign field
The farmer's wife's well heeled.
She digs for victory in a furskin coat.
I think I'll go and help her dig a moat.
Sorry for youself.
There must be something better than this.
Half afraid to find that there is.
Half way 'round the world
Someone's got it made.
The air is cleaner on the other side.
We're outside now so let's all go inside.
Sorry for youself.
There must be something better than this.
Half afraid to find that there is.