Dear Diary

Dear Diary of a Great Unknown
 Well I'm spending the night in the Twilight Zone
 With the boys walking by with the backward baseball hats on
 Past the billboard sign for the Wonder Bra
 And it's all lit up like it was MTV
 And I freeze my face so nobody notices me
 And I feel like a stranger with strange looking hands
 Wearing a pair of rubber gloves in a complicated land
 Ain't it good to be alive
 Ain't it good to be alive
 Ain't it good to be alive
 Ain't it good
 good good good good
 There's a guy at the bar of the triangle
 Well he's standing guard waiting for some kind of signal
 And I remember Magritte in the cold hard rain
 As I walk underneath the metal of the elevated train
 Ain't it good to be alive
 Ain't it good to be alive
 Ain't it good to be alive
 Ain't it good
 good good good good
 Dear Diary of the Great unknown
 Well I'm spending the night in the Twlight Zone
 With the keys to the highway tucked in the pocket of my jeans
 Driving a brand new rented Cadillac through Kerouac's dreams
 Ain't it good to be alive
 Ain't it good to be alive
 Ain't it good to be alive
 Ain't it good
 good good good good
 Ain't it good to be alive
 Ain't it good to be alive
 Ain't it good to be alive
 Ain't it good
 good good good good