Man of the moneyed mind A trophy wife on his arm to boast Their love was dashed on the diamond coast. And born was a single heir To the ideal pair, to the careless two Who choked the child on the silver spoon. Now the couple take turns Trying to outdo each other. The more riches the better The father or mother. Love at sweet sixteen King and queen, the wedding bells Could well have warned what time would tell. And the cut above her eye She could not hide from the little boy Who knew it wise to not make noise. Now he's gone more often And she found ways to forget, And the little boy's hatred Is not showing yet. The wife of a working man Pills in hand 'neath a teary sleeve Their love was pure but could not conceive. (Near of far from your mind) And years and years go by The things they tried, but Fate had wrote To not give life would kill them both. (All this happens all the time) Now he goes to houses Where kissing is banned, And she has a daughter But she's missing her man. Near or far from your mind, All this happens all the time. Near or far from your mind, All this happens all the time.