What sends the athlete to a sweaty slaughter?
What makes the thief cross the honour border?
And short man syndrome crave the taller?
Where the grass is always greener.
The family man craves the bigger house
The fashion model a thinner blowse
The man at the bar a younger spouse
Where the grass is always greener.
Where the problems of life will disappear
Where all our memories are souvenirs
Where Highland mist will always clear
Where the grass is always greener.
Why let what you have slip through the cracks?
And let the voice within you subtract
What you have bought by truth to attract
That's more than where the grass is greener.
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