Martha's Vineyard

She wakes up in the morning the color of the day just seems so grey and her high school years just seemed so far away
and pictures of how it could have been all that glitters is not gold least that's what they say too bad a pretty face can't always make that rain go away

but she spends her weekends at Martha's Vineyard
every day laying out by the shore
Yeah now she spends her weekends at Martha's Vineyard
everyday just laying out by the shore

She spent some time with the jet set white powder up her nose she loved the diamonds as they glittered like the falling snow
but now its back to the kids and the cars and the shopping carts and endless trips to the malls and the doctors and the bills and all those darn things that the world asks of you
and then she reflects upon her life sick of the all the endless toil and strife
and she don't understand why the colors of the rainbow
just seem to pass her by....

but she spends her....

she's riding on the crest of a wave waiting for it to break underneath her
she's waiting for her day in the sun but the clouds never seem to go away
and the rain just keeps on pounding down day after day all around her
she's chasing that pot of gold hoping for a better day
and then she reflects upon her life sick and tired of all the endless toil and strife

and she can't understand why the colors of the rainbow just seem to pass her by...