Cheryl Crow If It Makes You Happy

I belong, a long way from here

I put on a poncho and played for mosquitoes

And drank 'till I was thirsty again

We went searching, through thrift store jungles

Found Geronimo's rifle, Marilyn's shampoo

And Benny Goodman's cursive pen

Well, okay, I made this up

I promise 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?

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

Okay, I still get stoned