Perfect Places

If there’s a wrong way
I’m gonna find it
I’m gonna drive right through your living room
Lay on the hood and write a song for you
If there’s a wrong way

And if there’s a feeling
I’m gonna feel it
I’m gonna hold on to every word you say
Keep it in until one day I write about it

And if there’s a bad day
I’m gonna have it
I’m gonna spill my wine on the floor
Walk down the street and buy some more
If there’s a bad day

And if there’s a big field
I’m gonna stand there
And I’m gonna build a home inside my head
‘Cause perfect places don’t exist
Oh I’ll be dreaming
Oh I’ll be dreaming
Oh I’ll be dreaming

Maybe all of this
Is just my path to happiness
I’m getting more stubborn every day
And I know that it shows
By the way I can’t let go
Of the feeling that it’s all gonna be okay