World Of Glass

I sit here at my window

I see life as i'd like it to be

But it don't see me

So i'll just go on sitting

You might call it quitting

Hoping that the bad times will all pass

But they won't

'cause my world's just made of glass

Remember in the children's story?

"tell me mirror. who's fairest of all?"

Well then you'll recall

That the queen when on believing

We call it deceiving

Thinking that her looks were just top class

But they weren't

'cause her world was made of glass

In a bus

In a plane

In a car

In a train

Or in our homes

It's really just the same

We're always looking out

With a puzzled kind of grin

But perhaps we'd all do better looking in

So next time you go to your window

Don't just sit there

Just open it wide

Put your head outside

Then you won't be just sitting

Folks won't call it quitting

Hoping that the bad times will all pass

But they will for your world's not made of glass