Relative

He climbs out of the limo
Into the stare of a chaperone
And a voice I barely recognize
Is trading money on the phone
I wonder if he'll notice me
And the envy on my face
Infant in my fascination
Longing for his place

Whatever reason you can give
For the way you choose to live
It doesn't matter in the end
Everything is relative
For every poor man with disease
There's a rich man on his knees
A sinner, one who can't forgive
Everything is relative

I'm waiting at the traffic light
In my Deutsches autocar
When he stumbles through the interstreet
Drinking poison from a jar
He wonders if I'll notice him
And the tears upon his face
Soaked in his predestination
Longing for my place

Whatever reason you can give
For the way you choose to live
It doesn't matter in the end
Everything is relative
For every poor man with disease
There's a rich man on his knees
A sinner, one who can't forgive
Everything is relative

The blades are always greener
On the other side of fate
But only relativity
Can differences create

Whatever reason you can give
For the way you choose to live
It doesn't matter in the end
Everything is relative
For every poor man with disease
There's a rich man on his knees
A sinner, one who can't forgive
Everything is relative