Dis-Satisfaction

The Chicagoan: I’ll live in the tropics Away from it all. From troubles so big, And troubles so small. I’ll live in Bermuda, So close to the sea. My friends and my neighbors Will all envy me. Away from the snowfall Away from the crowd I’ll make myself over I’ll make myself proud. I can take it no longer So frantic the pace I feel like a cog, Just running a race. The Bermudan: I’ll live in Chicago Removed far away. I’ll go there to work I’ll go there to play. I’ll see the fresh snowfall I’ll see the big crowd, I’ll make myself over I’ll make myself proud. I can take it no longer So boring the pace, I feel like a tortoise I’m losing the race. I’ll earn a big paycheck Of that there’s no doubt No eating at home, I’ll always eat out. The Wanderer: If you don't like it here You won't like it there. You always bring with you Your woe and your care. The places I’ve lived Weren’t important you see Because where I’ve lived I’ve been there with me.