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,
Ahh – 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’,
I don’t wanna hear no lies,
I just want something to believe in,
Ahh – it’s a lonely, lonely road we’re on,
This side of paradise.

There ain’t no crystal ball,
Yhere 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,
Ahh – it’s a lonely, lonely road we’re on,
This side of paradise.