heaven (bryan adams) version #2

*Forgive my insanity.  Another version of Heaven.  Still not getting what he wants.  Still alone.  This time alone in a crowd.  I feel like I'm beating a dead horse, but sometimes pain is more compelling than satisfaction.  We equate struggle with growth and once you stop growing, well, you begin rotting.  There has to be something here about our cultural obsession with youth and struggle.  Who wants to be simple and satisfied?  The middle-aged, the comfort crowd, the Buick buyers among us?  Being happy doesn't have to mean being boring, but often it does.*