Lyrics:

I have searched for you
In the darkness of a dozen dingy dance halls
In countless queues in caf�s in the suburbs
In the bed clothes of a thousand stranger's bedrooms

And 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 up as princesses
For raising us on tales of happy endings

Fuck you M�tley Cr�e
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
They're good gone

If I could just have a second try
To take the second call you made that night
To find myself an airport, find a credit card
Find a flight or something to 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
They're good gone
Yes, they're good gone