This Side Of Paradise

Bryan Adams · Anthology [2005]

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 - yea it's just me and you

and that's all we got yea... that's all we got to hold on to

yea this side of paradise



I remember bein' a little boy in the back seat - 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 wanna know what they're not tellin

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