I have searched for you
In the darkness of a dozen dingy dance floors
Countless queues in cafes 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
I still do

Sometimes the things you need
Are right back where you started from

So fuck you Hollywood
For teaching us love was free and easy
For dressing all our daughters as princesses
For telling tales where all have happy endings

Fuck you Motley Crue 
Turning tales of access and excess
Spinning yards left out on the dark sides
Hanging out all along this time with 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
Good and 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
Good and gone
Yes, they're good and gone