It was good Good to see you again Good to meet your girlfriend I’ll try not to wonder where you are When you go outside to kiss her In the front seat of your car
It is good Good to be back home How I missed this time zone Strangers are exciting Their mystery never ends But there’s nothing like looking at your own history In the faces of your friends
And it’s bad To have eyes like neon signs Flashing open open open Open open open open open Open all the time And it’s bad That I wrapped you in a fantasy And I carry you with me But lately it seems like everybody’s Joined at the hip And I’m still fancy I’m so fancy Fancy free
Sometimes the beauty is easy Sometimes you don’t have to try at all Sometimes you can hear the wind blow in a handshake Sometimes there’s poetry written right On the bathroom wall
And it’s bad That I took that second look I guess I’m an open book You know I didn’t really intend To embrace you that long But then again I wasn’t the only one Holding on