I've been long
A long way from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitoes
And drank 'til I was thirsty again
We went searching
Through thrift store jungles
Found Geronimo's rifle, Marilyn's lip-stick
Benny Goodman's corset and pen
Okay, I made this up
I promised you I'd never give up
If it makes you happy
It can't be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the hell are you so sad
You get down
Real low
You listen to Coltrane, derail your own train
Who hasn't been there before?
I come around
Around the hard way
Bring you comics in bed, scrape the mold off the bread
And serve you French toast again
Okay, I still get stoned
I'm not the kinda girl you'd take home
If it makes you happy
It can't be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the hell are you so sad
If it makes you happy
It can't be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the hell are you so sad
We've been far
Far away from here
We put on a poncho, played for mosquitoes
Everywhere in between
Well, alright, we get along
So what if right now everything's wrong?
If it makes you happy
It can't be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the hell are you so sad
If it makes you happy
It can't be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the hell are you so sad
