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 — yea it's just me and you
And that's all we got yea That's all we got to hold on to
Yea this side of paradise
I remember bein' a little boy in the back seat — 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 wanna know what they're not tellin'
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
