He started off fine, an idealist in every way He lived on a commune, ate what his friends grew and said what he wanted to say He didn't really care, what he was paid He stood up for the poor and he stood against wars and it only got better each day Until slowly, over time, (it seemed more fun) to be more than fine, and the money and the job didn't seem so bad Some people never change Some people never change You' ll just eventually be the way they want you to be Some people never change So he moved to the city, and got himself a business life Money doesn't grow on trees and doesn't come from saying please, there's all these clothes he bought for his wife It seemed to all happen, overnight Next thing he knew lawyers told him what to do and that everything would be all right Because slowly, over time, (it seemed more fun) to be more than fine And the money and the job didn' seem so bad Well, on the bad days, it's all he thinks about He wonders where he went wrong and if it's too long gone it's nothing that he'll ever talk about And he knows, that he'll always stay The money and power have him stronger by the hour those he crushed will understand someday Because really, over time, it's not that fun to be more than fine and the money and the job, they do seem that bad...