Good News — текст песни (Tom Cochrane)

You`re always wearin` somethin`
Upon your lapel
So what if that ain`t cool these days
You wear it well
The day that you left L.A.
I felt so alone
Standing in the airport
Longing to go home

You-ooh-who
You
You never sing the blues
You
You always bring good news

I wanna be your lover
And I wanna be your friend
It seems that that for the price of one
You get the both of them
I don`t know how you do it
I sometimes wanna pick your brain
You know that you`re half crazy
But you say that you`re half sane

You-ooh-who
You
You never sing the blues
You
You always bring good news