Sometimes there's airplanes I can' t jump out Sometimes there's bullshit that don't work now We are god of stories but please tell me What there is to complain about
Woke up in London yesterday Found myself in the city near Piccadilly Don't really know how I got here I got some pictures on my phone
New names and numbers that I don't know Address to places like Abbey Road Day turns to night, night turns to whatever we want We're young enough to say
Oh this has gotta be the good life This has gotta be the good life This could really be a good life x2
Say oh, got this feeling that you can't fight Like this city is on fire tonight This could really be a good life A good, good life
To my friends in New York, I say hello My friends in L.A. they don't know Where I've been for the past few years or so Paris to China to Col-or-ado
Sometimes there's airplanes I can' t jump out Sometimes there's bullshit that don't work now We are god of stories but please tell me What there is to complain about
When you're happy like a fool Let it take you over When everything is out You gotta take it in
*repeat chorus
Hopelessly I feel like there might be something that I'll miss Hopelessly I feel like the window closes oh so quick Hopelessly I'm taking a mental picture of you now Cuz hopelessly the hope is we have so much to feel good about
