Good days, bad days, pioneers of love and hope and sex and dreams
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and Sunny came clear
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Everything reminds me of my baby
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Late night, skin tight, dresser drawers going down on dirty boulevard
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five and dime store whores
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Everything reminds me of my baby
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I keep thinking maybe time will mend this broken down
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I keep thinking I'm not crazy
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Redwood, gold dust radio plays everything from High and Dry
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to Sunny Came Home
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All these songs remind me of my baby
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Fake bake Holly wouldn't give a shit wears everything from corduroy jeans
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to double knit
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All these girls are nothing like my baby
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I keep thinking maybe time will mend this broken down
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I keep thinking I'm not crazy
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I keep thinking maybe time will heal 'cause drugs don't help
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I'll stop singing songs about my:
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Can anyone tell me why the things that are meant to stay they turn and go
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Can anyone tell me why we lust after the things we'll never know
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I'll just have to let it go
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Good times, bad times, red times blue equals Special K's psychedelic
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satin purple shoe
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I've done some foolish things but who can blame me
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Good night, sleep tight, pioneers of lust and guns and hate and greed
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and Sunny knows fear
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If God don't kill me I know she's gonna save me
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I keep thinking maybe time will mend this broken down
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I keep thinking I'm not crazy
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Can anyone tell me why the things that are meant to stay they turn and go
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Can anyone tell me why we lust after the things we'll never know
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I'll just have to let it
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I'll just have to let it
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I'll just have to let it go
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Let it go
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Let It Go
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| The Clarks |