Here we are. Hanging on to strains of greed and blues. Break the chain and we break down. Oh it's not real if you don't feel it. Unspoken expectations. Ideals you used to play with. They've finally taken shape. [Chorus:]. What's good enough for you. Is good enough for me. It's good enough. It's good enough for me. Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah. Now you say. You're startin' to feel the push and pull. Of what could be and never can. You mirror me stumblin' through those. Old fashioned superstitions. I find too hard to break. Oh maybe you're out of place. [Chorus]. Old fashioned superstitions. I find too hard to break. Oh maybe you're out of place. [Chorus]