The Grass Is Always Greener

I see an old man crying, I see a young woman
She has a gift in the birth of her child
That old soldier is dying
But here comes a new barn man
He's gone take his place for a while

Old man, you've lived out your lifetime
Now it's time to travel on
But my best friend was a young man
Was his time up, 'cause he's traveling on
Yeah, you come for a visit but just blink your eyes
And you're gone

Now I've been here for some 25 years
There's still wonder in my guise, like in a baby's eyes
Seeing life for the first time
But sometimes I get so damn scared that it's hard to bear
I wonder what I'm doing here
How shall I spend my time

You try to do what's right, half the time it turns out wrong
You try to feel at home but you feel like you don't belong
Always trying to figure out, am I weak or am I strong

I love my woman, I love her madly
I'd do anything for her though she treats me badly
She keeps on leaving, I keep on talking her back again
Now again she's got the itch to get a moving' on
She said, honey child, that old thrill is gone
This time she wrote me in a letter
She said it would be better that way
But I fought right down to the bitter end
Said, what did I do wrong, can't we make amends
She said you're an awful good lover
But you've been an awful bad friend

So finally, my woman, she left me
She left me for another man
Now I'm looking for a new lover
I figure catch a baby if catch can
But maybe one day I'll be alone and crying, baby
Maybe that's a part of the plan

There was an artist painting pictures down in the square
He didn't make much of a living but he didn't care
Then he got himself a wife, she didn't dig the life
She wanted a better share
So he became a hack up in the big old town
But now he's off the track and he's running down
'Cause he don't paint his pictures, don't even got no wife no more

If you're riding in a bus, you want a cab
Cab, you want a train
Train, you want a plane
Plane, you want to walk
If you're walking, you want to ride, yeah
Why is it that the grass is always greener
Greener on the other side
I don't know of one man who's not a dreamer
One man who says he's satisfied
Even my last lady, she said
Babe, I wish you'd been meaner
Maybe then you would have kept me in line

Who knows
Maybe one day I'll be alone and crying, baby
Maybe that's a part of the plan