I wish now I had not said that thing about his nuts

Sheryl Crow inquires:

If it makes you happy
It can’t be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the hell are you so…sad?

You get down, real low down
You listen to Coltrane, derail your own train
Well who hasn’t been there before?
Bring you MLK’s biography in bed, scrape the mold off the bread
And serve you french toast again

Well, OK I still get stoned
I’m not the kind of intern they’d condone

We’ve been far, far away from here
Put on a poncho, in case of the firehose
And everywhere in between
Well, OK, we get along
But what if right now everything’s wrong?

If it makes you happy
The war and the mortgage crisis and the fucked up healthcare and lingering class issues in America can’t be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the hell are you so…sad?