Worlds Away, Yards Apart (Holland)
One kid, two cars in a three floor flat
Cold and harsh as the marble floor
He's prematurely grey, a bit fat
Corporate law, conceited bore
She drops her boy off at school
To find herself in shops and jewels
Chorus
Tired lines on worn-out faces
It took the end for them to start
Nothing to say they're worlds away
But only yards apart
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He lost his job the Feds were waiting
The other day when he came home
He spends his time orchestrating
His defense on his own
She sells cosmetics door to door
And finds herself on all fours, scrubbing floors
(Chorus)
Bridge
Just take her hand, tell her you love her
With nothing left, there's nothing to lose
There's nothing left to lose
(Chorus)
Nothing to say they're worlds away
But only yards apart
Copyright 2009 - David A. Holland