Every time I try to write a song It always seems to start where we left off Tonight I’d rather stand up straight Look it in the eye and won’t you Tell me what’s so bad about happy
I don’t want to have another friend I don’t want to wonder how your life has been I just want to set things straight Apologize to you and somebody Tell me what’s so bad about happy
Tell me, where’s it go When the wind don’t know where it ought to go? Tell me, what’s in store For the mind and the body wanting more, more, more?
Every time I try to write a song I can’t seem to get a word in edgewise Tonight I’d rather think of you Try to close my eyes and won’t you Tell me what’s so bad about happy Somebody tell me what’s so bad about happy