Bryan Adams – This side of paradise
I´m ridin? in the back seat – nine years old
Starin? out the window countin? the highway poles
And then I get to thinkin? – that it don´t seem real
I´m flyin? through the universe in a ?69 oldsmobile
And I wanna know what they´re not tellin?
And I don´t wanna hear no lies
I just want something to believe in
Ah – it´s a lonely lonely road I´m on
This side of paradise
I´m ridin? in the back seat – black limousine
Starin? out the window at a funeral scene
And then I get to thinkin? – and it don´t seem right
I´m sittin´ here safe and sound and someone I love is gone tonight
I wanna know what they´re not tellin?
And I don´t wanna hear no lies
I just want something to believe in
Ah – it´s a lonely, lonely road we´re on
This side of paradise
There ain´t no crystal ball – there ain´t no santa claus
There ain´t no fairy tales
There ain´t no streets of gold
There ain´t no chosen few – ya it´s just me and you
And that´s all we got yathat´s all we got to hold on to
Ya this side of paradise
I remember bein? a little boy in the backseat – nine years old
Always askin? questions – never did what I was told
And then I get to thinkin? like I always do
We wander round in the darkness but every now and then
A little light shines through
I want to know what they´re not telling
I don´t wanna hear no lies
I just want something to believe in
Ah – it´s a lonely lonely road we´re on
This side of paradise