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 f** 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
f** 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 f** 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