I've been long, a long way from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos,
And drank 'til I was thirsty again.
We went searching through thrift store jungles.
Found Geronimo's rifle, Marilyn's shampoo
And Benny Goodman's corset and pen.
Well, 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 down
You listen to Coltrane, derail your own train.
Well, who hasn't been there before?
I come 'round, around the hard way.
I bring you comics in bed, scrape the mold off the bread
And serve you french toast again.
Well, okay. I still get stoned.
I'm not the kind of 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?
We've been far, far away from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos
And everywhere in between.
Well, okay. 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?
Why the hell are you so sad?
Why the hell are you so sad?
Then why the hell are you so sad?