It Ain't Easy Being Green

Well, I know a guy, he's from far far away He's a songwriter, he got something to say He says, "People in this city are too busy to hang out This town's so spread out, no one would hear you if you shout" Everyone's got a script to sell and someplace 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 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 And she says, "Hi, this is Casandra, leave your name and your number And I'll call you back if I have the time or if I remember" Patty cake, patty 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 What am I to say to you who simply doesn't care? Oh yeah Oh some say, there's no solution to all this disillusion What am I to say to you who simply doesn't care? Oh yeah Some say there's no solution to all this disillusion What am I to say to you who simply doesn't care? Who simply doesn't care, oh yeah, yeah