It'd Be Nice - Stonehouse

Toss the coin, watch it roll into your hand another day

Whether it lands on heads or tails, it’s not your choice to say

But now a gambling man would trade his soul for a chance away from pain

That lost look in his eye

(Come on now)

He sold it all for fame

It must be nice standing on your great big stage, yeah

The bright lights in the city sky, are creeping in your way

It’s not the things that you do or the way that they’re done, but it just ain’t

right

So I’m writing my songs line after line to keep me through the night, yeah

Just burn it down

Wouldn’t it be nice

Now what did I tell you?

(Now what did I tell you?)

I told you it’d be nice!

(I told you it’d be nice!)

Yaow!