Lyrics

Nobody wants to be misjudged Even the man on the street Don't we all need to feel at home Comfortable safe and complete? Do you pray you'll never see what it's like to be Picking melodies out of the black and fumy air? You won't see much change but someone o ers you a prayer I got it all so right in life (I had nowhere left to go) Wound up so high upon my ladder (I could only oat down slow) You don't ask my name, how I am today But it feels so good this way Picking melodies out of the black and fumy air Giving you no cause to think you've seen a billionaire I've been a champion all my years (I'm tough as hell; I paid the price) Not much unlike thesе old guys here (I get thеir thinking; they get mine) Hold my can and I could buy this whole town Just sit back and be astounded Walking past my patch You have to act like I'm not there You would never have believed that I'm a billionaire Nobody wants to be misjudged (But the ones with the gorgeous They can sometimes be poorest, you know) We all need to feel at home (And without interference Does it make that much di erence?) If this (some things in this life can't be bought or sold) Is the place that I'm calling my home (Trust and love are worth more than all my gold) 'Cause if you found out just how alone (If you knew it was lonely having power) You can be at the top of my tower (You'd be sat here in the hour) YEAH! Finding fellowship out in the black and fumy air Giving you no cause to think you've seen A billionaire You should come with me But I don't know you'd even dare Would you have believed this evening I'm a billionaire?