sittin’ ‘round on friday night
never thought it’d happen but the week’s just got to me lately
the things in life that were important to me
can’t be exchanged ‘cos they’re absolutely free and they’re waiting

you take the best of nothing
and you turn it around
you bring it around to see
you say it’s nothing
but it looks like gold to me

everytime the day is done
I wanna run away to london or roam down the highway
but I gotta stay to get up the next day
I know it sounds depressing but sometimes it’s just that way

you take the best of nothing
and you turn it around
you bring it around to see
you say it’s nothing
but it looks like gold to me
you’re always saying it’s nothing
that the best things in life should be free
you say it’s nothing but it looks like gold to me

about the time you lose your last friend
you’re a billable commodity, a strong individual with a label
take me inside where cubism rules
poetry is read instead of nightly news, I must be dreaming

you take the best of nothing
and you turn it around
you bring it around to see
you’re like a wizard of emotional alchemy
you’re always saying it’s nothing
that the best things in life should be free
you say it’s nothing
but it looks like gold to me

Rough Fish Music © BMI 1996