Puttin’ On My Best Bono

 

Look out

Oh no

I’m in my car

And I’m driving solo

Living life by the Edge

Music loud

And I’m puttin’ on my best Bono

Breaking out

Dusting off

And puttin’ on my best Bono

 

Daddy’s not gonna pay for this crashed car

It’s just aluminum foil to his gold

Oh, I do my best

But they broke the mold

There’ll be no millions

Millions of copies sold

Still I’m puttin’ on my best Bono

I’m puttin’ on my best Bono

 

With or without you

I’m driving by the Edge

In God’s country

Where the streets have no name

Except Cedarwood Road

Except Cedarwood Road

Where I trip through your wires

Music loud

And you know me

I know U2

Yes it’s you know who

I’m jammin’ to

And I’d love to share it with you too

And I’d love to sing it with you too

But I still haven’t the sound that I’m looking for

…Still it’s my best Bono

 

Daddy’s not gonna pay for this crashed car

It’s just aluminum foil to his gold

Oh, I do my best

But they broke the mold

There’ll be no millions

Millions of copies sold

Still I’m puttin’ on my best Bono

I’m puttin’ on my best Bono

 

Leaves you numb

Like a song

Leaves a drowning man

Weighed down by pride and desire

Leaves Gloria

The lady with the spinning head

Leaves a forgettable fire

Never better than the real thing

Take nothing but a miracle

To sleep like a baby tonight

Take a miracle drug

For the troubles

Leave you feeling like

An acrobat

On wild horses

Like vertigo

In an electrical storm

 

But Bono

He sings in mysterious ways

One voice, but we’re not the same

His is the one I will follow

Mine’s a street with no name

Follow his while I drive off

Into the Indian Summer sky

Through the shadows and tall trees

Until the end of the world goes by

Look out

Not again

Oh no

And I’m driving solo

Living life by the Edge

Music loud

And I’m puttin’ on my best Bono

Breaking out

Dusting off

And puttin’ on my best Bono

 

Daddy’s not gonna pay for this crashed car

It’s just aluminum foil to his gold

Oh, I do my best

But they broke the mold

There’ll be no millions

Millions of copies sold

Still I’m puttin’ on my best Bono

I’m puttin’ on my best Bono

 

Wishing I was so fly

I’d sing a song for someone…anyone

But when I sing

The sound

A dirty day

The angels can’t save me

Too tied to the ground

I’m still a mess

Like I’ve been raised by wolves

Leaves you white as snow

Makes you get on your boots

Not that red velvet dress

When I’m puttin’ on my best Bono

I’m a stranger in a strange land

Left alone that night

Rejoicing by an October fire

At least tomorrow will be

A beautiful day

Bono would have it

No other way

So I throw a brick through a window

And my cares to the wind

And with or without you 

My dear dear friend

I’m puttin’ on my best Bono

I’m puttin’ on my best Bono