She’s just another girl in the neighborhood
She’s just another freak in her combat boots
He’s just another boy with a looking glass
Angling the sun on a line of ants

Theirs is a top secret rendezvous
Tell a soul she swears that she will murder you
His is a love that will never fade
He will think of her when he’s old and gray

Everybody’s chasing that same rainbow
Everybody’s searching for that same pot of gold
Everybody’s circling that same Ferris wheel
Ain’t nothing special about the way you feel

She’s just another bride with starry eyes
A baby in her belly, and a brave man by her side
He’s just another boy in a flag-draped box
And the sympathy and the frozen meals have stopped

Everybody’s chasing that same rainbow
Everybody’s searching for that same pot of gold
Everybody’s circling that same Ferris wheel
Ain’t nothing special about the way you feel

Her hands are cold
Her heart feel old
The nights grow longer
And the daylight slips beyond the horizon

It’s just another soul in a tiny grave
Beneath a cross, sitting along the interstate
She’s just another trip to the pawn shop
To trade the ring for a plasma screen in hock