Good is good and bad is bad. But you don’t know which one you had. She put your books out on the sidewalk. Now they’re blowing ‘round. They won’t help you when you’re down. Love’s on your list of things to do. To bring your good luck back to you. And if you think that everything’s unfair. Would you care if you’re the last one standing there. And everytime you hear the rolling thunder. You turn around before the lightening strikes. And does it ever make you stop and wonder. If all your good times pass you by. I don’t hold no mystery. But I can show you how to turn the key. Cause all I know is where I started. So downhearted. And that’s not where you want to be. And everytime you hear the rolling thunder. You turn around before the lightening strikes. And you could find a rock to crawl right under. And let your good times pass you by. When the day is done. And the world is sleeping. And the moon is on its way to shine. All your friends are gone. You thought were so worth keeping. You feel you don’t belong. But you don’t know why. And everytime you hear the rolling thunder. You turn around before the lightening strikes. And does it ever make you stop and wonder. If all your good times pass you by. Everytime you hear the rolling thunder. And you turn around before the lightning strikes. And does it ever make you stop and wonder. If all your good times pass you by. When the day is done. And the world is sleeping. And the moon is on its way to shine. All your friends are gone. You thought were so worth keeping. You feel you don’t belong. Neither do I