Samuel Kinsella - Why Do the Good Things Go?

Come, son of mine
Were you wasted this whole time?
Home, home again
Where the tastes have realigned
“We’re all gonna die slow
If we don’t take our time”
But nothing’s set on changing
As the future toes the line
Why do the good things go?
Some kind of miracle is what we need
Why do the good things go?
Why do the good things go?
Some kind of chemical is what they need
Why do the good things go?
Come back to me, come back to me
Two lovers, run away
To write their marriage vows
Then they grow apart
No one sits and wonders how
Love making promises
That fall behind the bed
Headaches and arguments
Crescendo in their heads
Why do the good things go?
Some kind of miracle is what they need
Why do the good things go?
Why do the good things go?
Some kind of chemical is what we need
Why do the good things go?
Come back to me, come back to me
What do I hear
When the shell comes to my ear?
(You got devils dancin’ in your head)
Hands, they fall away
As the head, it fills with fear
(You got devils dancin’ in your head)
And do I still believe
In the forces of the mind
In all that you can’t see
In all that made you blind?
(You got devils dancin’ in your head)
Why do the good things go?
(Some kind of miracle is what we need it’s all so cold in my open mind)
Why do the good things go?
(You got devils dancin’ in your head)
Why do the good things go?
(Some kind of chemical is what we need it’s all so cold in my open mind)
Why do the good things go?
Come back to me, come back to me

Written by:
Samuel Kinsella

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