I have searched for you In the darkness of a dozen dingy dance halls In countless queues in cafés in the suburbs In the bed clothes of a thousand stranger's 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 So f** you Hollywood For teaching us that love was free and easy For dressing all our daughters up as princesses For raising us on tales of happy endings f** you Mötley Crüe For charming us with access and with excess For telling tales that leave out all the dark sides For bringing out the lowest drive in everyone Oh f** you Sometimes the things you need Are right back where you started from Sometimes the things you need They hang around a little while They're good & gone If I could just have a second try To take the second call you made that night To find myself an airport, find a credit card Find a flight or something to head back to the start Sometimes the things I need Are right back where I started from Sometimes the things I need They hang around a little while They're good & gone Yes, they're good & gone