Great Potential

 Your breath's not exactly like a breath of spring
 And your eyes aren't shining brighter than any diamond ring
 Your hair's not flowing down like a great black waterfall
 And things that used to turn me on don't move me at all

 Every word you speak is not the smartest thing I've ever heard
 And when you talk about yourself I'm not hanging onto every word
 I know every line on your face could tell a story
 But I've heard them all before and now they bore me

 Even your great potential now just leaves me cold
 When I look at you I'm thinking, God, do I look that old
 I've been told a city of gold waits at the bottom of a long dark hole
 But I can't wait around for that story to unfold
 It leaves me cold