I am Olive,
Olive like the grass
so pretty and green
It's not something you can pass
unless you're sitting in a ring

Burning up a blaze
I am sweetly serene
It's not love that I'm looking for
it's just some of that green

Money in my pocket
burning fast through my jeans
Reflecting on my faults
staring up at the trees

I search for that face
I know a little too well
staring back at me
with little to tell

It's fast and he's gone
I cling to the brass
I call up my friends
as I sit in the grass

They finally come
And i start to pass
sitting in a ring
enjoying the mass