As long as you're in it Wherever we go, whatever we do As good as it gets, gets better with you As long as you're in it, girl So baby let's ride There ain't nothing missing in this life I'm living It's just an old '88 four door, banged out floorboard A

I miss missing you now and then Baby, you were my picket fence Now and then Chlorine kissed summer skin Sometimes before it gets better The darkness gets bigger The person that you’d take a bullet for is behind the trigger Oh, we’re fading fast Don’t

Well, go and get your own damn high 'Cause I got, I got nuggets I got, I got, I got nuggets They try to chase my supply Man they, try to chase my supply That shit hits and you're in for the long run And by the sound of it, regretting your clear neglect

As long as you're in it Wherever we go, whatever we do As good as it gets, gets better with you As long as you're in it, girl So baby let's ride There ain't nothing missing in this life I'm living It's just an old '88 four door, banged out floorboard A

You got to come back for more Hey little thing, let me light your candle' Cause mama I'm sure hard to handle, now, gets around Once it come along a dime by the dozen Cause mama I'm sure hard to handle, now, gets around Pretty little thing, let me light

He gets by on you Today's Tom Sawyer What you say about his company Is what you say about society The world is, the world is Love and life are deep A modern day warrior Mean, mean stride Mean, mean pride

You're gonna save me from myself It's not so easy loving me It gets so complicated All the things you've gotta be Everything's changin' But you're the truth I'm amazed by all your patience Everything I put you through When I'm about to fall

All you need I wanna be all you need Baby, I'd catch the words as they drip from your lips Just to swim in the fountain of you, ooh Maybe I'll be the one that you meet heaven with And, ooh, make a little hideout in the sky Life gets better when I'm right

He gets up real early on his mornin' drive Down to the office for his nine to five He drives a '94, two-tone, economy car He loves to tell the local bands down at the bar that he's the critic Yeah, I can hook you up, I know everybody, in the business He

Come over, come over, come over, come over, come over I told you I wouldn’t call, I told you I wouldn’t care But baby climbing the walls gets me nowhere I don’t think that I can take this bed getting any colder I turned the TV off, to turn it on again