Woke up this morning couldn\'t shake the feeling of a premonition

Nocturnal oracles transmitting from their islands in the sun

Glanced at the paper, threw it out, no need for other people\'s business

I\'ve got a feeling soon enough I\'ll have some problems of my own

I don\'t know much about my future

I don\'t know much about my past

But I know this, and it makes me sick:

Somehow the good things never last

Can\'t shake this feeling that I\'ve been here before

I can\'t escape from underneath this deep dark melancholy blue

I can\'t stop worrying I can\'t stop wandering

I can\'t stop questioning I can\'t stop following

I can\'t stop hollering I can\'t stop bothering

Can\'t help but wondering what\'s keeping me from wandering

I don\'t know much about my future

I don\'t know much about my past

But I know this, and it makes me sick:

Somehow the good things never last

BUT I CAN\'T MOVE ON

Somehow the good things never last

Somehow the good things never last

Somehow the good things never last

Somehow the good things never last

I\'m wearing cotton in my ears cuz I refuse to face the music

Just running \'round with the wrong crowd afraid of ever going home

But even when I close my eyes in weaker moments of surrender

I see a choir full of angels and they\'re taunting me in song--and it sounds like this:

I don\'t know much about my future

I don\'t know much about my past

But I know this, and it makes me sick:

Somehow the good things never last

I don\'t know much about my future

I don\'t know much about my past

But I know this, and it makes me sick:

Somehow the good things never last

BUT I CAN’T MOVE ON

Somehow the good things never last

Somehow the good things never last

Somehow the good things never last

Somehow the good things never last