Happiness is just outside my window, would it crash blowing 80 miles an hour? Or is happiness a little more like knocking on your door, and you just let it in? Happiness feels a lot like sorrow; let it be, you can't make it come or go; but you are gone, not for good but for now. Gone for now feels a lot like gone for good; happiness is a firecracker sitting on my headboard. Happiness was never mine to hold careful child, light the fuse and get away, ‘cause happiness throws a shower of sparks. Happiness damn near destroys you, breaks your faith to pieces on the floor; so you tell yourself that's enough for now. Happiness has a violent roar, happiness is like the old man told me: look for it, but you'll never find it all. Let it go, live your life and leave it; then one day, wake up and she'll be home.
