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 grass 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