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
And I don t wanna hear no lies
I just want something to believe in
Ah - 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 - and it don t seem right
I m sittin here safe and sound and someone I love is gone tonight
I wanna know what they re not tellin
And I don t wanna hear no lies
I just want something to believe in
Ah - it s a lonely, lonely road we re on
This side of paradise
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 - ya it s just me and you
And that s all we got ya...that s all we got to hold on to
Ya this side of paradise
I remember bein a little boy in the backseat - nine years old
Always askin questions - never did what I was told
And then I get to thinkin like I always do
We wander round in the darkness but every now and then
A little light shines through
I want to know what they re not telling
I don t wanna hear no lies
I just want something to believe in
Ah - it s a lonely lonely road we re on
This side of paradise

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