Good Life Lyrics

Woke up in London yesterday Found myself in the city near Piccadilly Don't really know how I got here I got some pictures on my phone
New names and numbers that I don't know Address to places like Abbey Road Day turns to night, night turns to whatever we want We're young enough to say
Oh, this has gotta be the good life This has gotta be the good life This could really be a good life, good life
I say, "Oh, got this feeling that you can't fight" Like this city is on fire tonight This could really be a good life, a good, good life
To my friends in New York, I say hello My friends in L.A. they don't know Where I've been for the past few years or so Paris to China to Colorado
Sometimes there's airplanes I can' t jump out Sometimes there's bullshit that don't work now We are God of stories, but please tell me What there is to complain about?
When you're happy like a fool, let it take you over When everything is out you gotta take it in
Oh, this has gotta be the good life This has gotta be the good life This could really be a good life, good life
I say, oh, got this feeling that you can't fight Like this city is on fire tonight This could really be a good life, a good, good life Oh, a good, good life, yeah
Hopelessly I feel like there might be something that I'll miss Hopelessly I feel like the window closes oh so quick
Hopelessly I'm taking a mental picture of you now 'Cause hopelessly The hope is we have so much to feel good about
Oh, this has gotta be the good life This has gotta be the good life This could really be a good life, good life
I say, "Oh, got this feeling that you can't fight" Like this city is on fire tonight This could really be a good life, a good, good life Oh yeah, good, good life, good life, oh, this is
To my friends in New York, I say hello My friends in L.A. they don't know Where I've been for the past few years or so Paris to China to Colorado
Sometimes there's airplanes I can' t jump out Sometimes there's bullshit that don't work now We are God of stories but please tell me What there is to complain about?