Well baby they're are other ways, And then there is us.    Who stumble mad through the night.    With the constellation.    Get it, Get in.    Everybody wants some.    You won't be much different.       We need deliverance!    Give us deliverance!      Let's rip of the bandage.    Open our arms like a wound.    We can't embrace the truth.       I'm trying to tell you the grass Isn't always greener.    I'm trying to tell you the grass Isn't always greener,    From our side of the fence.       Let's all sing the tune.    A declaration of the two    And let's all scream the song    The melody to our cold arms       Now rip of the bandage.    Open our arms like a wound.    We can't embrace the truth.       I'm trying to tell you the grass Isn't always greener.    I'm trying to tell you the grass Isn't always greener,    From our side of the fence.       Get real, get free.    If you can live with yourself    Then the rest will proceed.       Get real, get free.    If you can live with yourself    Then the rest will proceed.      Get real   Get real   Get real   Get real       Let's rip of the bandage.    Open our arms like a wound.    We can't embrace the truth.       I'm trying to tell you the grass Isn't always greener.    I'm trying to tell you the grass Isn't always greener,    From our side of the fence.