(Scott McCarl)



I'm an ivory tower boy

Never quite put down the toys

I always think the best of them all

I see only sunny skies

With the wool over my eyes

I never seem to find the crack or the fault



I see it all through rose coloured glasses

And I only see what matters to me

I see you all through rose coloured classes, yeah

The road that I chose is coloured rose



It's a funny sort of haze

All full of dreams of yesterdays

And the dreams are so real you could cry

And you know the grass is green

On the side you've never seen

And the thought is what helps you get by



I see it all through rose coloured glasses

And I only see what matters to me

I see you all through rose coloured classes, yeah

The road that I chose is coloured rose



As I grow a little more

Wonder what this all is for

And the brass ring is slipping away

I would keep the glasses near

And would shed a quiet tear

And maybe smile inside as I say



I see it all through rose coloured glasses

And I only see what matters to me

I see you all through rose coloured classes, yeah

The road that I chose is coloured...