Taking The Long Way

I came upon a row of pretty houses

So still and secretive and nearly perfect

Said to myself “it may be worth it”

Thought to myself “maybe you’ll be worthy”

So I started to take the long way home

And in my mind I made the neighborhood my own

Started to save but I just owed too much dough

Ten odd years, down a different road

I’d left my city and I’d left my home

I found myself in that place again

Some kind of pretty little accident

It made me feel sick of being

Like I was old and convalescing

Gave me reasons to regret

Made me wanna forget

So I guess the grass is always greener

Where all the other homes are so much cleaner

The plumbing’s sound and the bills are no bother

The cars are fast and the weather’s a wonder

No, I’m never gonna take the long way home

I might stop to chew the scenery alone

But I won’t swallow it whole