Bryan Adams - This Side Of Paradise

I'm ridin' in the back seat - nine years old Starin' out the window countin' the highway poles And then I get to thinkin' - that it don't seem real I'm flyin' through the universe in a '69 oldsmobile And I wanna know what they're not tellin' 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 ridin' in the back seat - black limousine Starin' out the window at a funeral scene And then I get to thinkin' - and it don't seem right I'm sittin' here safe and sound and someone I love is gone tonight I wanna know what they're not tellin' 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 bein' a little boy in the backseat - nine years old Always askin' questions - never did what I was told And then I get to thinkin' like I always do We wander 'round 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