Rich Man

All the silver's been polished

The linen's white as snow

I'm hiding in the library

Where no one ever goes

And I'm thinking about the worth

Of this big old house around me

You know I feel so ashamed and poor

Because the spirit hasn't found me

If I could lend someone a hand

I'd be a rich man

I could hang out in the drawing room

And walk the length of the yard

But living in all splendor

Sometimes it's a little hard

'Cause I'm really very human

With a heart that can only melt

And it's the worst part of emptiness

I ever felt

If I could lend someone a hand

I'd be a rich man

If I could help someone to stand

I'd be a rich man

And I could try to weave the words of a song together

Oh, a rich man

Things that happen to me

All the things that I'm going through

Make me stop and wonder

If it's happening to you

And there really ain't no reason

To sit all alone and cry

So go on give it another try

If I could lend someone a hand

I'd be a rich man

If I could help someone to stand

I'd be a rich man

And I could try to weave the words of a song together

Oh, a rich man

Oh, a rich man

I'd be a rich man

Yeah

Oh, a rich man

Oh, a rich man

I'd be a rich man

Yeah

Oh, a rich man

I'd be a rich man

Oh yeah

Oh

Oh

Ooh, yeah

I'd be a rich man