Good days, bad days, I've had a few of those,. Same old story-I know how this song goes,. At least I did, but now I'm not so sure,. Nothing's in its place, nothing's certain anymore,.
Woo-oh. Woo-oh. Love is electric. Love is electric. Love is electric. . I don't know what it is. But I think I'm happy. I've never felt this way before.
Oh, this road is long, this road is wide. It takes more than luck to last the ride. It takes strength and it takes courage to survive. . And did someone ever say to you.
Oh good Lord above, i'm immune to the love of a good man. I go for the suckers, the mean motherf*ckers I can't resist.. If I should get bitten. As long as he's smitten I understand.
Well it could have been a Sunday. Or it could have been the next day. Or it could have been any day at all. And it could have been a good day. Or a very very bad day.
I'm a rock, I'm an island. Don't need no-one to love me. At the end of the world. There'll be no man above me. I work the live-long day. To do things my way.
In the back of a car on a road in the dark. In the stillicide, silently falling snow. I've packed everything that I own in a bag. And I'm driving, I'm driving to Idaho.
In a little while people and places. Will be so far behind out of my body. In a little while I will play aces. And raise my glass in an act of defiance.
Absolutely everything from unicorns to animals. Or fifty billion seven thousand subatomic particles. Are rubbing up together, our chemicals colliding.
I've got a quarter in my pocket. Of an apple left to eat. It's a wonder that I'm standing. On my own two feet. . In the shadow of a thousand. Veiled Victorian goodbyes.
God is good, I never understood. All the darkness in his soul.. And God made man, the only way he can,. But for a heart he left a hole... . And it's killing you.
Hallelujah,. And all the rest he's got the tv on. While he's making love to himself. And in the corner of the darkness. A spider climbs the wall -. Back into darkness.
In the race to get out of this place. I am checking my face in the back of a spoon. You're accusing, you say I'm not here. But I'm here, yes I'm here, I'm not on the moon.
I've got a friend, he's a purebred killing machine. He said he's waited his whole damn life for this. I knew him well when he was seventeen. Now he's a man who'll be dead by Christmas.
Dear Frustrated Superstar. Your mother's waiting in the car. To whisk you off to your new premiere. And all the friends who knew your name. . Are waiting, wondering what became.
Venus loved Dapne and so did Apollo. So why can't I make myself like a tree?. Why must I burn daily and nightly. When nobody's running - well not after me..
Years ago, you said to me, "I think I'm losing the fight. Or the fight is losing me, I'm not certain". And here we are, the closing scenes and all the house lights come up.
Love is the one thing to rely on. And as long as we all have today, we'll be okay.. . Six o'clock, so you feed the kids. And you pack them off to school.
Tinkerbell, my winged friend, I think we got it wrong.. No fairy tale or happy ending, just prehistoric songs.. A crystal in my baby's eyes, I want what I can't love.
Hey, was there something that you wanted to say?. I don't know what to do when you look that way. Cigarettes and tequila at 6. And the sun going down on our life as it is.