Bryan Adams - This side of paradise

I'm riding in the back seat - nine years old
Staring out the window counting the highway poles
And then I get to thinkig that it don't seem real
I'm flying through the universe in a '69 oldsmobile

And I wanna know what they're not telling
And I don't wanna hear no lies
I just want something to believe in
Ah - it's a lonely lonely road I'm on
This side of paradise

I'm riding in the back seat - black limousine
Staring out the window at a funeral scene
And then I get to thinking - and it don't seem right
I'm sitting here safe and sound and someone I love is gone
Tonight

I wanna know what they're not telling
And I don't wanna hear no lies
I just want something to believe in
Ah - it's a lonely, lonely road we're on
This side of paradise There ain't no crystal ball
There ain't no santa claus
There ain't no fairy tales
There ain't no streets of gold
There ain't no chosen few - Ya it's just me and you
And that's all we got ya...that's all we got to hold on to
Ya this side of paradise

I remember being a little boy in the backseat - nine years old
Always asking questions - never did what I was told
And then I get to thinking like I always do
We wander around in the darkness but every now and then
A little light shines through

I want to know what they're not telling
I don't wanna hear no lies
I just want something to believe in
Ah - it's a lonely lonely road we're on

This side of paradise