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.