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
I have yearned for you
In the airless hubs
of international airports
In the hollow hell
of many hundred hotels
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 teaching us
that love was free and easy
For dressing
all our daughters as princesses
For growing us with tales
of happy endings
And fuck you Motley Crue
For charming us with access
and with excess
For telling tales that leave
out all the dark sides
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
And they're 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
find 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
And they're good and gone
They're good and gone