Verse 1

I can see you come home after a long day in the office.

And the missus would greet you with a hasty passionless kiss.

You've got such a fat wallet, but your hairline is growing thin.

And you can't remember the last time when you smiled that sly grin.

Chorus

Then you'd lay in bed after dinner,

Feeling just like a worn out winner,

Trophy money in your pocket,

Tired weak eyes in their socket,

Searching for the reason you feel

Emptiness gnawing at your chest.

Verse 2

All work and no play has made a sad, sad man out of the boy

Who used to be the life of the party. Me? His favorite toy,

Till a gust of wind broke me into pieces, but here I am-

Seeing flashbacks as if through the small screen of a handy-cam.

Chorus

Then you'd lay in bed after dinner,

Feeling just like a worn out winner,

Trophy money in your pocket,

Tired weak eyes in their socket,

Searching for the reason you feel

Emptiness gnawing at your chest.

Bridge

The reason is simple enough.

You put your ego before love,

And equated money with happiness.

Now you'd live with this emptiness.

Now you'd lay in bed after dinner,

Feeling just like a worn out winner,

Trophy money in your pocket,

In imaginary locket

Is the face of that girl who never loved you back.

And where am I now? You never even kept track!

Chorus

Then you'd lay in bed after dinner,

Feeling just like a worn out winner,

Trophy money in your pocket,

Tired weak eyes in their socket,

Searching for the reason you feel

Emptiness gnawing at your chest.