The Emerald Outlaw (B. Malkus, R. Cannon) he's all alone in his prison of love he couldn't never compromise his four walls slowly lost their luster for life his inspiration withered into a rutty hole he knows what he wants but the path is missing chorus: happiness is a party of fools and dreams are the birds on broken wings how he really needs to fly from his stool again time's got her hold on everything there's no room for me here he says he just mumbles and he moans he's just a silent ticking in these dark places he calls home with feet in the green river as the emerald is stone he clenched the ground to sow now these vines won't let him go repeat chorus he's still in his prison alone with all that he compromised these four walls they no more have their luster for life his inspiration slithered further down the hole the vine's under snow just left to glisten