A HUNDRED GOOD REASONS

 

Twelve white roses
Withered in a vase
Six years of sorrow
Etched in your face
A hundred good reasons
To get out of this place

Birds in the branches
Cats in the yard
Sharks in the water
No holds barred
Wherever you are
Baby, its hard

A hundred good reasons
A hundred good reasons
A hundred good reasons
I got a hundred good reasons

I pace by the window
And refill my glass
I canít help but wonder
About changing the past

A hundred good reasons
A hundred good reasons
A hundred good reasons
I got a hundred good reasons

Twelve white roses
Withered in a vase
Six years of sorrow
Etched in your face
Got a hundred good reasons

A hundred good reasons
A hundred good reasons
A hundred good reasons
I got a hundred good reasons

 
words and music by Bill Mumy
© So Boss Music  Ascap