(White/Cop/Nabb)
Verse 1
I thought I had it made
I’d be a millionaire
But the yellow brick road began to fade
Now I’m walking on thin air
And I try to reinvent myself
With a different point of view
But it always seems to lead me back to you
Verse 2
Looking back on the things I’ve done
I see the paths I took
The city streets and the hungry eyes
Where you don’t take a second look
And I try to find the things inside
That living eats away
And I hope I’ve still got something left to say