Bryan Adams - This Side Of Paradise

Bryan Adams - 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'.
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.