Lyrics:

i'm in search of greener pastures
don't like my garden's what i said
although i'm working harder than last year
i'm still deep in the red
i am rowing as hard as i can
and they're selling me up a stream
i'm always one more step away
from the american dream

i got a chip on my shoulder
about the size of a mental block
i've got someone on the telephone
trying to sell me a future in stock
maybe i work too hard to be happy
and i should practice letting go
but it's hard not to rock the boat
when you're sailing against the undertow

i want to slide into the black
and wear the black mask
i might not get what i lack
but it doesn't hurt to ask
if i want to sail
i need my life to be breezier
i said please god or someone
make it easier

i went to sunday school every sunday
swallowed the bait and i got the hook
when i needed something someday
i would read the good book
tell me what does it take to get ahead
sometimes i know i'd sell my soul
when it looks like everybody else is flying
and i'm crawling in the hole

well maybe if i open my own business
maybe if i buy a lottery ticket
someone tell me what is the secret
to getting out of the thicket
give me more than just a sample
i need a whole lot of glory
my life become an example
of the american success story

i want to slide into the black
and wear the black mask
i might not get what i lack
but it doesn't hurt to ask
if i want to sail
i need my life to be breezier
i said please god or someone
make it easier

i want to slide into the black
and wear the black mask
i might not get what i lack
but it doesn't hurt to ask
if i want to sail
i need my life to be breezier
i said please god or someone
make it easier
make it easier
make it easier