VERSE
I have searched for you
In the darkness of a dozen dingy dancefloors
In countless queues of cafes in the suburbs
In the bedclothes of a thousand strangers bedrooms
And I have yearned for you
In the airless Hubs of international airports
In the hollow hell of many hundred hotels
In the solitary stillness of the early hours
And I still do
Sometimes the things you need
Are right back where you started from
So, fuck you, Hollywood
For teaching us that love was free and easy
For dressing all our daughters as princesses
For telling tales that all have happy endings
And fuck you, Motley Crue
For culling us with access and with excess
For telling tales that leave out all the dark sides
For bringing out that lowest drive in everyone
Oh, fuck you
Sometimes the things you need
Are right back where you started from
Sometimes the things you need
They hang around a little while
Then they're good and gone
If I could just have a second try
I'd take the second call you made that night
Find myself an airport, find a credit card
Find a flight or something and I'd head back to the start
Sometimes the things I need
They hang around a little while
Then they're good and gone
Sometimes the things I need
They hang around a little while
Then they're good and gone
Yes they're good and gone