Dear Diary

Dear diary of the great unknown

I'm spending the night in the twilight zone
With the boys walking by
With the backward baseball hats on
Past the billboard sign for the wonder bra

And it's all lit up like it was MTV
And I freeze my face so nobody notices me
And I feel like a stranger
With strange looking hands
Wearing a pair of rubber gloves
In a complicated land

Good to be alive
Good to be alive
Good to be alive
Ain't it good
Good good good good
Yeah yeah

There's a guy at the bar of the Triangle
Well, he's standing guard
Waiting for some kind of signal
And I remember Marguerite
In the cold hard rain
As I walk underneath the metal
Of the elevated train

Ain't it good to be alive
Good to be alive
Ain't it good
Good good good good
Yeah yeah

Dear diary of the great unknown
I'm spending the night in the twilight zone
With the keys to the highway
Tucked in the pocket of my jeans
Driving a brand new rented Cadillac
Through Kerouac's dreams

Ain't it good to be alive
Good to be alive
Good to be alive
Ain't it good
Good good good good
Good to be alive

Ain't it good to be alive
Good to be alive
Ain't it good
Good good good good
Yeah yeah