Good, Bad, Ugly

oh it's was good
 good to see you again
 good to meet your girlfriend
 I'll try not to wonder where you are
 when you go outside to kiss her
 in the front seat of your car
 and it's good
 good to be back home
 how I missed this time zone
 oh... strangers they're exciting
 their mystery never ends
 but there's nothing like looking at your own history
 in the faces of your friends
 and it's bad
 to have eyes like neon signs
 flashing open, open, open,
 open, open, open, open, open,
 open all the time
 and it's bad
 that I wrapped you in a fantasy
 and that I carry you with me
 m... but lately it seems like everybody's
 joined at the hip
 and I'm still fancy
 oh, I'm so fancy
 fancy free
 sometimes the beauty is easy
 sometimes you don't have to try at all
 sometimes you can hear the wind blow in a handshake
 sometimes there's poetry written right
 on a bathroom wall
 and it's bad
 that I took that second look
 I guess I'm an open book
 oh... you know I didn't really intend
 to embrace you that long
 but then again I noticed that I wasn't the only one
 hanging on
 'cause baby you know it was good
 good to see you again
 good to meet your girlfriend
 I'll try not to wonder where you are
 when you go outside to kiss her
 in the front seat of your car