This Side Of Paradise - Bryan Adams

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