I might try something... I was wayward in the river Lost at sea Staring at the mirror Trying to recognise me I was clinging onto fairytales Living make believe Waiting for Princess Charming To come and rescue me Life's so simple If you let yourself go Have another drink on me And let the good times flow Life's so simple If you let yourself go Have another drink on me And let the good times flow Hitched a ride to paradise And arrived in the hill Left behind my nine to five For a chance to fulfil When the emptiness still lingers on Like a shadow on my tail Keep my head up in the clouds 'Cause I won't be bound to no cell Life's so simple If you let yourself go Have another drink on me And let the good times flow Life's so simple If you let yourself go Have another drink on me And let the good times flow Life's so simple If you let yourself go Have another drink on me And let the good times flow Life's so simple If you let yourself go Have another drink on me And let the good times flow

He wasn't lookin' for fanfare or fame But it all came around just the same. He then met a girl with desire in her eye, He gave her love, she took his name. The times they were good, the times they were bad, Most times it was just in between. The hard pill he swallowed was the times that they had, She put on display for all to be seen. Some find their solace in work or the lord, She was quite content in her dream. When his eyes they burned from the bright lime light, He found comfort in the bottle of Ol' Jimmy Beam. One day from the depths of his deep darkened hole, He reached out for something to feel. She offered back nothin' but lack of respect So he left himself out with two barrels of steel. She cried in the day, she cried in the night. She cried loudest when someone was near. Whether crying for him or she cried for herself, The bigger the camera, the bigger the tear. Most folks agree that she was living a hell And publicly she showed her pain. And never once was there a thought for herself, And the ever-growing slices of fortune and fame. Now on the coattails of a dead man she'll ride On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride. On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride she'll ride, On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride she'll ride high.