Well, we faded like the flowers
when you bathed just like the moon
Then you left me empty -handed
on the dark side of the room
I was swinging for the fences,
I was pouring out my heart
While you marvel at the plastic
That they use these days in cars
But good was never good enough
Can't you hear that fiddle sound?
it's all over but the shouting now,
So you blame the TV preachers,
and you blame your checkered past
like all your favorite things that never last
Seems the world has caught a fever
As it moves from fling to fling
But the devil's in the details
And it still don't change a thing
That we had something good
But the good was never good
Can't you hear that little sound?
But good was never good enough
The world turns, the world burns
It's all over but the shout now
And we had something good
But good was never good enough for you