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