The Long Way Home

(Mary Chapin Carpenter) You could be this man, he's got it all worked out To the nth degree, no fears, no doubts He'll retire at thirty to his big-ass house next to the putting green Now he's got a picture in his head of the perfect wife, Their perfect children, their perfect life Nothing wrong with that, coming home each night to his cul-de-sac of dreams Funny now how it all went by so fast One day he's looking over his shoulder at the past When everybody had to go, had to be, had to get somewhere How did he forget about what got him there Now you could be this woman, she's the CEO She's got her powersuits and her IPO's She punched a hole in the ceiling years ago and she hasn't pulled back since Now there's a gardener for the flowers, a cook for the meals, A maid for the laundry, an accountant for the bills