The Good Life

Working hard for the money
Not for the money, just to survive
Working hard for my lover
Not for the love, just to get a ride

Working hard for the demons
Who prey on the good inside
Looking 'round for the good life
I heard about when I was a child

Getting up in the morning
Before the birds begin to sing
Getting up from his kisses
Did I even learn a thing?

Getting up to keep on striving
For that voice that comes from within
Looking 'round for the good life
I heard about when I was a child

Sitting down by the window
Thinking about those good old times
Sitting down with my paper
Writing to you these simple lines

Sitting down to remember
My gratitude in this old rhyme
Looking 'round for the good life
I heard about when I was a child

Searching for that good life
My father told me he never had
I'm looking for that good life
To tear down the bad