The Thief

If comparison's the thief of my joy
Then I'm an unlocked car
The keys are in the ignition
Pop the trunk, there's my guitar
There's 100 on the dash
Leather seats, air conditioned
And enough gas in the tank
For him to make it to Richmond

Nobody's gonna know
Nobody's gonna see
Taking me a long way from home
Taking it far away from me

Looks like the thief
He's done it again
Taking from everyday people
Taking from all my friends

The thing he loves to have
Is a bird in the hand
Giving the two in the bush
To another lucky man

And nobody's gonna know
Nobody's gonna see
He took you long way from home
Took you away from me

And the thief is gonna take it again
And the thief is gonna take it again
There's no comparison to Mr. Comparison
When you're playing a game that you can never win

If comparison is the thief of my joy
Then I'm an open vault
The bank is closed, door's open
The money's clean and the lights are off

I'm a golden fish in a bulletproof barrel
A ghost of the man that I think that I should be



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Patrick Hardin
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link