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 gra** 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