Iīm ridinī in the back seat - nine years old
Starinī out the window countinī the highway poles
And then I get to thinkinī - that it donīt seem real
Iīm flyinī through the universe in a ī69 oldsmobile
And I wanna know what theyīre not tellinī
And I donīt wanna hear no lies
I just want something to believe in
Ah - itīs a lonely lonely road Iīm on
This side of paradise
Iīm ridinī in the back seat - black limousine
Starinī out the window at a funeral scene
And then I get to thinkinī - and it donīt seem right
Iīm sittinī here safe and sound and someone I love is gone tonight
I wanna know what theyīre not tellinī
And I donīt wanna hear no lies
I just want something to believe in
Ah - itīs a lonely, lonely road weīre on
This side of paradise
There ainīt no crystal ball - there ainīt no santa claus
There ainīt no fairy tales
There ainīt no streets of gold
There ainīt no chosen few - ya itīs just me and you
And thatīs all we got ya...thatīs all we got to hold on to
Ya this side of paradise
I remember beinī a little boy in the backseat - nine years old
Always askinī questions - never did what I was told
And then I get to thinkinī like I always do
We wander īround in the darkness but every now and then
A little light shines through
I want to know what theyīre not telling
I donīt wanna hear no lies
I just want something to believe in
Ah - itīs a lonely lonely road weīre on
This side of paradise
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