I'd rather be in the African Sun,

Watching and listening to nature as it is supposed to be,
I'd rather be on a Carribean beach,
Listening to the waves washing the shore as God intended it to be,
I'd rather be sailing on the deep blue sea,
And eating fresh salt water fish by the firelight,
Oh, why, why, why is the grass greener on the other side?

I'd rather be at home with my wife and kids,
Than be stuck here doing this boring work,
I'd rather be at the North Pole exploring,
Discovering new life and watching the midnight sun.
I'd rather be in the thickest forests,
Away from the maddening crowd and the senseless way of living,
Oh, why, why, why is the grass greener on the other side?