Every Story

A small town girl, everyone adored her

Met a city guy, with a smart suit and a chauffeur

She fell for the promise that he made

And now she lives a big town life charade

A weekend tourist broke the house in Vegas

Every hand he played, his luck was more contagious

He left town with a wallet full of gold

Least that’s the story visitors get told

It’s like a rainy day on a beach in California

Your first love ends in heartbreak and no-one warned ya

It’s a gospel church without the sound of glory

I’m telling you, there’s two sides to every story

Ten years old, makes toast for his baby brother

Hangs the washing out, for their alcoholic mother

Missing school for the family he cares for

But the neighbours think he’s just the 'kid next door'

Don’t believe the news

Or every story you are told

Just because it glitters it ain’t gold

It’s like a rainy day on a beach in California

Your first love ends in heartbreak and no-one warned ya

It’s a gospel church without the sound of glory

I’m telling you, there’s two sides to every story

I’m telling you, there’s two sides to every story