作词 : Sting
Old enough be her dad,
But the young man were just mad,
they nuresd their grievances,
And she was flattered by his charm,
It wouldn't do her any harm they all had their chances.
He sent her flowers and limousines,
She was treaded like a queen,
Anything she ever wanted,
it was no problem for a man like him,
And everyone expected soon,
that she could ask him for the moon,
if she would wear his ring.
Knowing glances from his friends,
in the homes at the weekends of high socirty.
But he didn't give a damn,
He never felt more like a man.
And all the time the clock was ticking.
All would envy,
the older man and his beautiful young wife,
Yes,all would envy.
In a house upon a hill,
she was there with time to kill.
She lived a life she'd only dreamed.
The life was never what it seemed.
To all her friends that she'd ignored,
She denied she was bored.
She had no time for dancing,
no time for dancing.
But the clock upon the wall,
That was ticking in the hall,
Always reminded her,
That life was going on as well.
But she was happy and she swear,
she wouldn't change any things.
And all would envy,
the older man and his beautiful young wife,
Yes,all would envy.
Now it's 5 o'clock a.m,
she must have spent the night again with that old friend of hers,
she loves to dance.
She's missing more and more these days,
but he's still stuck in his old way,
parhaps she needs a little more romance.
But the clock upon the wall is still ticking in the hall.
She must be come soon,soon.
Where a younger man would weep,
he takes a pill and goes to sleep.
Now who would envy?
the older man and his beautiful young wife?
Who would envy?