*****MusicMusicMusicMusicMusicMusicMusicMusicTo my friends in New YorkI say helloMy friends in L.A.They don't knowWhere I've beenFor the past few years or soParis to ChinaTo ColoradoSometimes there's airplanesI can't jump outSometimes there's bullshitThat don't work nowWe've got our storiesBut please tell meWhat there's to complain aboutWhen you're happy like a foolYou let it take you overWhen everything is outYou gotta take it inThis has gotta be the good lifeThis has gotta be the good lifeThis could really beA good life, a good lifeThis ain't allThis feeling that you can't fightThis city is a fightAnd IThis could really beA good life, a good, good lifeOhOhOhOh, yeahOhOh, yeahOh, ohOh, good, good lifeOh, ohOh, yeahOh, ohOh, ohOh, ohOh, yeahHopelessly, I feel likeThere might be something that I'll missHopelessly, I feel likeThe window closes so, so quickHopelessly, I'm takingOn a new journeyA mental picture of you nowCause hopelessly to hopelessWe have so much to feel good aboutOh, this has gotta be the good lifeThis has gotta be the good lifeThis could really be a good life, good lifeI say, oh, this feeling that you can't fightThis city is on fire tonightThis could really be a good life, a good, good lifeOh, yeahA good, good life, a good lifeOoh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oohListenTo my friends in New York, I say helloMy friends in L.A., they don't knowWhere I've been for the past few years or soBare wrist to China, to GhanaTo Ghana, to GhanaI know sometimes there's airplanes I can't jump outSometimes there's bullshit that don't workNow we've got our storiesPlease tell me what there's to complain aboutGive me the words, everything It you're gonna say