Relative

He climbs out of the limo
 Into the stare of a chaperone
 And a voice I barely recognize
 Is trading money on the phone
 I wonder if he'll notice me
 And the envy on my face
 Infant in my fascination
 Longing for his place
 Whatever reason you can give
 For the way you choose to live
 It doesn't matter in the end
 Everything is relative
 For every poor man with disease
 There's a rich man on his knees
 A sinner, one who can't forgive
 Everything is relative
 I'm waiting at the traffic light
 In my Deutsches autocar
 When he stumbles through the interstreet
 Drinking poison from a jar
 He wonders if I'll notice him
 And the tears upon his face
 Soaked in his predestination
 Longing for my place
 Whatever reason you can give
 For the way you choose to live
 It doesn't matter in the end
 Everything is relative
 For every poor man with disease
 There's a rich man on his knees
 A sinner, one who can't forgive
 Everything is relative
 The blades are always greener
 On the other side of fate
 But only relativity
 Can differences create
 Whatever reason you can give
 For the way you choose to live
 It doesn't matter in the end
 Everything is relative
 For every poor man with disease
 There's a rich man on his knees
 A sinner, one who can't forgive
 Everything is relative