Testo Happy

Every time I try to write a song
It always seems to start where we left off
Tonight I'd rather stand up straight
Look it in the eye and won't you tell me what's so bad
About happy?

And I don't want to have another friend
I don't want to wonder how your life has been I just want to set things straight
apologize to and somebody tell what's so bad
about happy?

Tell me where's it going?
The wind don't know where it ought to blow
Tell me what's in store for the mind and the body
Want more, more, more

Tell me where's it going?
The wind don't know where it ought to blow
Tell me what's in store?
For the mind and the body want more, more, more

Every time I try to write a song I can't seem to get a word in edgewise
Tonight I'd rather think of you
Try and close my eyes and I'll just wonder what's so bad
about happy
Somebody tell me what's so bad about happy.