Can't See the Forest for the Trees

For too long you've been seeing the world through shaded glasses
For too long you've been going out with people from the higher classes
You can't see me for what I am or past my faded blue jeans
All you see is a man with money and a Porsche powered Sebring

I really love you, you know that I do
I'm kinda hoping that you feel the same way too
But I'm just a man playing my guitar
I guess that's all I'll ever be

I got no time for the passage in the chapel or the flower on my lapel
I don't need no plastic face cos mine does it pretty well
And I could B.S. all day long about the things in the social scene
Of all the people that I could be, you know I think I'd rather be me

I don't got no million dollar house or a hangar in my back yard
What little money I do earn, I make it work pretty hard
I don't got no heated driveway, no electric swingin' gates
All I got is some metric tools and a Fiat 128 see less