Grass is often greener on the other side With the true feelings one may hide And often you may ponder What is over yonder Is it roads of gold? Or a fortune foretold? Is it all you’ve hoped and dream Or an elegant stream Is it a field with a beautiful meadow House owned by a rich fellow? What is over the hill? Is it the pill? The one that will fix Make your head not in a mix What you think is over the hill The type of life that’d you’d kill Isn’t all that glitters, nor gold No treasure to behold For on the other side they ask the same In life it’s the most pitiful game For in the other side Of this insidious ride The other side is the same as yours That I can be sure