I got a good reason for bein' here
Drivin' by your house
Hopin' to catch a glimpse of you
Maybe talk our troubles out
Well, I've been makin' left turns round and round your block
Circling since Sunday evening at six o'clock
Well I know my behavior might seem a little strange
It's got a lot to do with losing you
And plain ol' pain

I got a good reason for bein' here
Where the music's loud
Hopin' to forget about you

And lookin' for a good time crowd
I think I'll shoot some doubles
And sit here at the bar
Well I ain't goin' nowhere
I gave the bartender my car

Well I know my behaviour might
seem a little strange
It's got a lot to do with losing you
And plain ol' pain

Well, it's a shootin', stabbin', gnawin',
naggin', grindin', kind of hurt
An agonizing, mesmorizing
constant hell on earth
It's plain ol' pain

I got a good reason for bein' here
Laying on this couch
For a hundred bucks an hour
I'm gonna sort my feelings out
The doctor says my problem is common but acute
And I won't get any better
Until I talk to you.

Writer : NICHOLS, TIM/STEWART, JIMMY
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group