Translation: Phil Bensen. Not Good Enough.
It's an old song playing on the radio A melody plays the strings, A life I used to know And time it seems so fast, like a rolling stone And we are gypsy
ohh on me She's just like a drug (like a drug) Oh and she hits so smooth But she aint no good for you No she aint no good for you And she's the kind
just not good enough Well I've seen it before when push comes to shove You know I'm only lookin out for you ohh oh Your just not good enough Well I've
Last Tuesday I hit the road up past Sunrise I Moteled Sixed it, cities and sticked it Biggest slides tell me that I'm makin good time Messed around with
now it seems i'm fallin fast cause paper airplanes always seem to crash and paper airplanes always seem to crash your children play in the courtyard you set 'em free but they're not
Gaze into the dawns light watching those fireflies and August was so kind she's sitting on my mind maybe one day I'll see if August just waits for me
oh no no just yesterday's daydreams drunk on a barstool he's trying to make his peace we're both breathing the wrong fumes and hoping to be free but it's not
