Good & Gone - Frank Turner

I have searched for you

In the darkness of a dozen dingy dancefloors

In countless queues of cafés in the suburbs

In the bedclothes of a thousand stranger’s bedrooms

I have yearned for you

In the airless hubs of international airports

In the hollow hell of many hundred hotels

In the solitary stillness of the early hours

And I still do

Sometimes the things you need

Are right back where you started from

So fuck you, Hollywood

For teaching us that love was free and easy

For dressing all our daughters as princesses

For gulling us with tales of happy endings

And fuck you, Mötley Crüe

For charming us with access and with excess

For telling tales that leave out all the dark sides

For bringing out the lowest drive in everyone

Oh, fuck you

Sometimes the things you need

Are right back where you started from

Sometimes the things you need

They hang around a little while

Then they’re good and gone

If I could just have a second try

I’d take the second call you made that night

Find myself an airport, find a credit card, find a flight, or something

And head back to the start

Sometimes the things I need are right back where I started from

Sometimes the things I need, they hang around a little while

Then they’re good and gone

Yes, they’re good and gone