he tries so hard to be happy
but happiness seems so far
when all you've got is a broken wing
& a battered car
it never starts at crucial moments
like on American TV
it falls apart at the crossroads
as if he don't know which way to steer

he ain't exactly Charlie Parker
leading a legendary life
he's lost & swallowed by the city
ooh how she wounded his pride
there's something to be said for sinning
but boy he pushed his luck too far
she took the house & what's in it
he got a battered car

the air is pregnant with disaster
when he steps into a bar
his hand holds on to a shotgun
it's in his head, it's in the stars

that maybe somehow he might need it
he don't know why, he don't know when
one thing's for sure, he won't be bleeding
that future has already been
there's something to be said for sinning
but boy he pushed his luck too far
she took the house & what's in it
he got a battered car

in the morning when he wakes
all is eerie, all is strange
life is a bluessong come alive again
he don't know which way to go
tried some needle well it shows
tried some Jesus who said
"let's be friends"

but in the end
he only tries to be happy
but happiness seems so far
when all you've got is a broken wing
& a battered car
it never starts at crucial moments
it's a battered car
he tries so hard to be happy
and happy
happiness
is a brandnew car


tekst en muziek: dirk Blanchart
(c) BMG Universal Songs / EMI Music Publishing Belgium