You want one more night You want nine more lives You need hearing eyes You need cleaner strides You want grand and picturesque You crave temper passion rest You want youth and many souls all made of gold I have built the boat to get me out of here so I set the Sails of misery What we have Is like the falling rain We got someone to blame What we want Will always be the same We are part of the game And no one wants to be in mediocrity You want just another dame You want all in all aflame You have acres of their love You have what is not enough You want grand and picturesque You crave temper passion rest You want youth and many souls all made of What we have Is like the falling rain We got someone to blame What we want Will always be the same We are part of the game Always greener, always more What you have is such a bore Never-ending seeking more It's a wonder that we ignore Always greener, always more What you have is such a bore Never-ending seeking more It's a wonder that we ignore And no one wants to be in mediocrity