I've been long, a long way from here

Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos,

And drank til I was thirsty again

We went searching through thrift store jungles

Found Geronimo's rifle, Marilyn's shampoo

And Benny Goodman's corset and pen

Well, o.k. I made this up

I promised you I'd never give up

If it makes you happy

It can't be that bad

If it makes you happy

Then why the hell are you so sad

You get down, real low down

You listen to Coltrane, derail your own train

Well who hasn't been there before?

I come round, around the hard way

Bring you comics in bed, scrape the mold off the bread

And serve you french toast again

Well, o.k. I still get stoned

I'm not the kind of girl you'd take home

If it makes you happy

It can't be that bad

If it makes you happy

Then why the hell are you so sad

We've been far, far away from here

Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos

And everywhere in between

Well, o.k. we get along

So what if right now everything's wrong?

If it makes you happy

It can't be that bad

If it makes you happy

Then why the hell are you so sad