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'
But I don't wanna hear no lies
I just want something to believe in
Aah, 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', but it don't seem right
I'm sittin' here safe and sound and someone I love is gone tonight

I don't wanna know what they're not tellin'
I don't wanna hear no lies
I just want something to believe in
Aah, it's a lonely, lonely road we're on
This side of paradise

Yeah
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
It's just me and you
That's all we got, yeah
That's all we got to hold on to
Yeah, 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'd 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 telling
I don't wanna hear no lies
I just want something to believe in
Aah, ooh, it's a lonely, lonely road we're on
This side of paradise



Credits
Writer(s): Gretchen Peters, Bryan Adams
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