When it All Becomes Available

Even on rain days, I look to the sun
If there's a sign I'll see it
Like a picture there that looks like you do
High above the city
But when it all becomes available
I don't want to touch it

There was a young man, some say a boy
Forced to the life of a cynic
When all he needed was a chance to be free
And then possible to make it
But when it all became available
Said I don't want to touch it

Now I do like a love song
I play some over again
If only to relate to someone else's pain
'Cause when it all becomes available
I don't wanna touch it

No, no, no...
Touch it

The life of the traveler
Can touch the riches of the orient
Or the hardworking father
Who strives to be content
But when it all becomes available
I don't wanna touch it

The full bloodied athlete
As he darts to the line
Doesn't doubt for a minute
What he wants to find
But when it all becomes available
Says I don't wanna touch it

Listen now
Listen now, babe
Listen now, babe
I don't wanna touch it

No, oh, no, oh, no
I don't wanna touch it
Listen now, babe
Listen now, babe
Listen now, babe
I don't wanna touch it

When it all becomes available
I don't wanna touch it