Big stones

You hide from your life in a "good thing"...
The time of your life marches on...
You wouldn't know from the right thing...
'cause always 'till now you've been wrong...
About a "good thing"...

It's hard to walk away, without both feet
in the flame...
Something's never change, 'til it's hard
to walk, hard to walk away...
From a "good thing"...

The muse in your face is a good thing,
your lifetime for one lasting stand...
Once more 'round the block for
the right thing...
Until now your trips have all been bad...
With your "good thing"...