From the recording Far From The Tree
Lyrics
Roses in the garden, flower in the air.
The bride is dressed all in white.
Guests in their best think there’s happiness everywhere.
What fools, fools, fools they are.
What fools, fools, fools they are.
What fools, fools, fools they are.
What fools, fools, fools they are.
Got the corner office.
The building scrapes the sky.
They’re gonna make their millions.
So now they’re thinking, yeah
they’re thinking they have arrived.
What fools, fools, fools they are.
What fools, fools, fools they are.
They didn’t see my head above the crashing waves
When they look again, they’ll have nothing left to save.
What fools, fools, fools they are.
What fools, fools, fools they are.