Good And Gone

RIFFS: Riff e|---3-------------------3-------------------3-------------------3----------------------| B|---1---------1-------------------1-------------------1------------------1-------------| G|---0------0------0------------0------0------------0------0-----------0------0-----0---| D|---2---2------------2------2------------2------2------------2-----2------------2------| A|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| E|---3----------------------------------------------------------------------------------| Riff e|---0-------------------0-------------------0-------------------0----------------------| B|---3---------3-------------------3-------------------3------------------3-------------| G|---2------2------2------------2------2------------2------2-----------2------2-----2---| D|---4---4------------4------4------------4------4------------4-----4------------4------| A|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| E|---3----------------------------------------------------------------------------------| Riff e|---3---3---3---3---3---3---3---3---3---3---3---3---| B|---1---1---1---1---1---1---1---1---1---1---1---1---| G|---2---0---0---2---0---0---2---0---0---2---0---0---| D|---0---0---2---0---0---2---0---0---2---0---0---2---| A|---------------------------------------------------| E|---3---3---3---3---3---3---3---3---3---3---3---3---| INTRO VERSE I have searched for you In the darkness of a dozen dingy dancefloors In countless queues of cafes in the suburbs In the bedclothes of a thousand strangers bedrooms And I have yearned for you In the airless Hubs of international airports In the hollow hell of many hundred hotels In the solitary stillness of the early hours And I still do Sometimes the things you need Are right back where you started from VERSE: So, fuck you, Hollywood For teaching us that love was free and easy For dressing all our daughters as princesses For telling tales that all have happy endings And fuck you, Motley Crue For culling us with access and with excess For telling tales that leave out all the dark sides For bringing out that lowest drive in everyone Oh, fuck you Sometimes the things you need Are right back where you started from Sometimes the things you need They hang around a little while Then they're good and gone BRIDGE: If I could just have a second try I'd take the second call you made that night Find myself an airport, find a credit card Find a flight or something and I'd head back to the start Sometimes the things I need They hang around a little while Then they're good and gone Sometimes the things I need They hang around a little while Then they're good and gone Yes they're good and gone