Lyrics: John Miles. Everybody Wants Some More.

Sitting in your easy chair, looking at the wall
Thinking of the things that might have been
And as you wish your life away with dreams of mystic gold
Imagine all the things you could've seen
Imagine all the things you could've seen

Looking out the window, staring at the rain
Wonder if the sun will ever shine
And if you only realized that life won't pass you by
The only thing that's passing is your time
The only thing that's passing is your time, oh no
Oh no, no

Go nowhere in your easy chair, getting older every day
And the things you feel make your life seem real
Don't let them slip away
Don't let them slip away

Everybody wants some more
Everybody wants to open the next door
Everybody's getting meaner
Everybody else's grass is greener

Everybody wants some more
Everybody wants to open the next door
Everybody's getting meaner
Everybody else's grass is greener

It's easy when you close your eyes, your worries disappear
Problems you must face are far behind
Things would look much better from a million miles away
Looking for a place you'll never find
Looking for a place you'll never find, oh no
Oh no, no, no

Go nowhere in your easy chair, getting older every day
And the things you feel make your life seem real
Don't let them slip away
Don't let them slip away

Everybody wants some more
Everybody wants to open the next door
Everybody's getting meaner
Everybody else's grass is greener

Everybody wants some more
Everybody wants to open the next door
Everybody's getting meaner
Everybody else's grass is greener

Everybody wants some more
Everybody wants some more