There’s a starry eyed woman.
Lives up the road.
Pick her wild flowers, oh and she tells me no.
I don’t know why, I want her so bad.
Guess you always want what you can’t have.

I guess that’s life, oh that’s just the way it goes.
Well you won’t get something in your hands that you aint never got to hold.
And I don’t know why I need her, she’s about to drive me mad.
But I guess you always want what you can’t have.

There’s a little piece of land, where I used to go.
The river runs clear and wild, oh and at times it moves slow.
Your man he won’t sell it, no matter how much I ask.
Guess you always want what you can’t have.

I guess that’s life, oh that’s just the way it goes.
Well you won’t get something in your hands that you aint never got to hold
And I drive past that old man’s land; I just shake my head and laugh.
I guess you always want what you can’t have.

I guess that’s life, oh that’s just the way it goes.
Well you won’t get something in your hands that you aint never got to hold.
And I don’t know why we need it; it makes us forget what we had.
But I guess you always want what you can’t have.