It Ain't Easy Being Green

I know a guy he's from far far away
He's a songwriter he's got something to say
He says people in this city are too busy to hang out
The towns so spread out no one would hear you if you shout

Everyone's got a script to sell
And some place else they want to be
There's always a lock that would open
If you could just find the key
But I know the patron saint of desperate causes
Doesn't ring his fingers with diamonds and ruby roses

Some say there's no solution to all this disillusion
But what am I to say to you who simply doesn't care

There's a lonely girl riding the bus in the middle of the night
She calls herself up to hear a friendly voice
She says, "Hi this is Casandra leave your name and your number and I'll call you back if I have the time and if I remember."

Paddy cake, paddy cake
Barkeep man pour me a beer as fast as you can
What to do with all this sadness that I see
Lord knows it ain't easy being green

Some say there's no solution to all this disillusion
But what is there to say to you who simply doesn't care