Poem By Scarborough Gypsy
The grass is greener over there,
Can’t you smell that clean fresh air,
I’ll jump that fence without a care,
For the grass is greener over there.
There’s more love behind that door,
Ever lasting love I’m sure,
I think that’s what I’m searching for,
The love that lies behind that door.
Life looks better where you stand,
Pull me over, take my hand,
No, this isn’t what I’d planned,
Life’s no better where you stand.