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