I have searched for you
In the darkness of a dozen dingy dance halls
In countless queues in cafes in the suburbs
In the bed clothes of a thousand stranger's bedrooms
I have yearned for you
In the airless hubs of international airports
In the hollow hell of many hundred hotels
In the solitary stillness of the early hours
I still do
Sometimes the things you need are right back where you started from
So f*ck you Hollywood
For teaching us that love was free and easy
For dressing all our daughters as princesses
For gulling us with tales of happy endings
And f*ck you, Mötley Crüe
For charming us with access and with excess
For telling tales that leave out all the dark sides
For bringing out the lowest drive in everyone
Oh, f*ck you
Sometimes the things you need are right back where you started from
Sometimes the things you need, they hang around a little while
Then they're good and gone
If I could just have a second try
I'd take the second call you made that night
Find myself an airport, find a credit card, find a flight, or something
And head back to the start
Sometimes the things I need are right back where I started from
Sometimes the things I need, they hang around a little while
Then they're good and gone
Yes, they're good and gone