Good & Gone

I have searched for you In the darkness of a dozen dingy dance halls In countless queues in cafes in the suburbs In the bed clothes of a thousand stranger's 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 I still do Sometimes the things you need Are right back where you started from So fuck you Hollywood For raising us on dreams of happy endings In postcards of the prom kings and the prom queens For teaching us that love was free and easy Fuck you Mötley Crüe For telling tales that skimp on all the dark sides For teasing us with access and with excess For bringing out the 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 Good and gone If I could just have a second try To take the second call you made that night To find myself an airport and a credit card Find a flight or something To head back to the start Sometimes the things I need Are right back where I started from Sometimes the things I need They hang around a little while Good and gone They're good and gone