The Good Things

Though your heart desires the things that money can buy
Emptiness lies through the glass, I shield your eyes

There's nothing out there for you, my dear
There's nothing out there for you
Let me tell you 'bout the good things
The good things

I know your head is full of big ideas
You ain't missing anything, have no fear

I have touched the grass so green on the other side
It will grieve you and deceive you with disguise

There's nothing out there for you, my dear
There's nothing out there for you
Let me tell you 'bout the good things
The good things

I know your mind lies in a glassy magazine
(I'll take it off and wipe away the shame for you)
Then what you see is what you see, believe me

Remember all of those good things
(Let me tell you 'bout the good things)
You know you can't buy all those good things
(Let me tell you 'bout the good things)
Remember all of those good things
(Let me tell you 'bout the good things)
You know you can't buy all those good things
(Let me tell you 'bout the good things)

Let me tell you 'bout the good things
(Let me tell you 'bout the good things)
Let me tell you 'bout the good things
(Let me tell you 'bout the good things)
(Let me tell you 'bout the good things)