POCKET FULL OF GOLD

She's got lying eyes, and a pocket full of gold,

but she lacks desire if the truth is told,

She went from rags to riches, in the blink of an eye,

while I was digging ditches, and fighting for my life..........

she dreams a white picket fences,

and a family to call her own,

But it has been so long since anyone, has touched her heart a stone,

Yeahhh,

Touched her heart of Stone....

Whhhoooaaaa,

Maybe we're both searching,

for a little more than this,

Chasing empty fortunes,

with a hollow, loveless kiss....

The Diamonds on her fingers,

can't erase the emptiness within,

And the gold I dig forher,

won't heal these scars that pull me in....

Ohhhhh,

The scars that pull me in.....

She sees the calloused hands, the dirt beneath my nails,

And turns away disgusted, by the life that never fails,

To leave a mark of struggle, a reminder of the fight,

While she's draped in silk and satin, bathed in a golden light,

I sit here wearing thin, and fighting for my life.....

Yeahhhh,

Fighting for my life....

Whhhoooaaaa.

Maybe we're both searching,

for a little more than this,

Chasing empty fortunes,

with a hollow, loveless kiss....

The Diamonds on her fingers,

can't erase the emptiness within,

And the gold I dig for her,

won't heal these scars that pull me in,

Ohhhh,

The scars that pull me in....

She's got lying eyes, and a pocket full of gold,

but she lacks desire if the truth is told,

She went from rags to riches, in the blink of an eye,

while I was digging ditches, and fighting for my life..........

Ohhhhhh,

I was fighting for my life....