The rich man has the world at his feet
He says he is happy
His life is perfect, he says
A beautiful wife,
A beautiful house,
A beautiful life

At night, the rich man lays with his wife
He wonders if he is happy
Is my life perfect? He wonders.
Wonders about his wife
Wonders about his house
Wonders about his life

Come morning, the rich man eats well
But he doubts that he is happy
My life is not perfect, he doubts
He doubts his wife
He doubts his house
He doubts his life

The rich man has the world at his feet
But he knows he is not happy
He knows his life is not perfect
An unhappy wife
An unhappy house
An unhappy life

The poor man knows he is unhappy
He hates his imperfect life
He hates his wife
He hates his house
He hates his life