saw my God on 4th Street broken, begging
Says it's how I live if the day begins
I'm gonna see the sun and air
It's like finding the dawn
pairing yawn in your coffee cup
It's like hitting your first home run
It makes no sense to regret
the things you can't find yet
Cause happiness is in a crackerjack
And I ain't found it yet,
but trust me, it's out there
been eight years in the making
too drunk and too mistaken
I've seen them stand there naked
Loved, I lost, I broke the cross,
Cause when they lay down,
it's like finding Dom Perignon
but in your last pack of butts
It makes no sense to regret
things you can't find yet
Cause happiness is in a crackerjack
And I ain't found it yet,
but trust me it's out there
I said ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo
Cause it's a crapshoot all the way
So enjoy yourself before you wake up dead
took six months back in Boston
Two up, two down, last two
But I learned to fly, learned to roll,
I learned it's not worth crying
Cause every day there's a cleaner slate
You just have to realize, yeah
That sometimes, you might find
You might find beats to seek but
In your last pack of butts
It makes no sense to regret
Things you can't find, yeah
crackerjack box somewhere
And I ain't found it yet,
but trust me, it's out there
I said happiness is in a crackerjack
Don't you know hap piness is in a
crackerjack box somewhere
Oh, we go, hmm, hmm, hmm,
Say la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Happiness is in a crack of jackpot somewhere