The grass was greener The light was brighter The nights of wonder Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young In a world of magnets and miracles Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary The ringing of the division bell had

The grass was greener The light was brighter The nights of wonder Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young In a world of magnets and miracles Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary The ringing of the division bell had

It seems our problems solve themselves When we look beyond us to those truly in hell Bound to learn the hard way This is the human condition There is nothing that can be said To stop us from making mistakes When I look to myself as a source of ending