The sun comes up on my side of the street and nothings really changes why do you constantly complain about the homeless people wandering the streets? no they don't seem to mind hell no I haven't got a dime for you [chorus:] things seem so different when you've got your rose colored glasses on [x2] and then I never have to wake up to face up to try to make a difference [x2] the moral preachers try to preach to me blinded by my naievete and I should practice what they say moral conviction is all we need today and no one tells me what to do I haven't got the time for you [chorus] the politician party lines are drawn the rich man is the candidate he says that he relates to you a new beginning a new day starts to dawn and nothing matters in my life I'm blinded to the peoples' strife [chorus]