When I was young I knew a boy
who could run a million miles  
without knowing where he'd been
But this boy he caught a flu
and his lips would turn to glue
as all the fields went green
There's no point in being mean
There's no point
Cause I'm happy now
I'm happy now
From the thrill of my poise
I'd seek it out
that's gotta be something good
that's gotta be something good
that's gotta be something good
that's gotta be something good
When I was young I dreamt of woods
of robbing trains and wearing hoods
just know that I could
That's gotta be something good
That's gotta be something good
That's gotta be something good
That's gotta be something
That's gotta be something
That's gotta be something good