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