Fool's Gold

Fool’s Gold

A man on the street is looking me
He’s got a secret to sell, and he’s looking at you
In his tailored suite, and paper boots
His maple leaf and cardboard roof

On a greener patch of grass
He never thought he’d have

Easy come and easy go
Kings and castles made of snow
Living fast and dying slow
Hanging onto nothing but fool’s gold

Chasing fares and avoiding stares
In his rearview mirror, he’s seen some things
He knows every crook, every tired look
On those dirty streets, there’s symmetry

And through his looking glass
The present and the past

Easy come and easy go
Kings and castles made of snow
Living fast and dying slow
Hanging onto nothing but fool’s gold
Fool’s gold

Frozen in the wind, his ship is coming in
But he’s standing on the wrong pier,
The signs were there, I guess I should have known
I should’ve know with highs so high, and lows so low
Hanging on to nothing

Easy come and easy go
Kings and castles made of snow
Living fast and dying slow
Hanging onto nothing
Hanging onto nothing but
Fool’s gold
Fool’s gold
Fool’s gold