Let It Feel Good (My Eagles) - White Denim

There was a time when they were good friends

Then they got paid and they got old and they let it end

The police lost track of who was holding who up

Got stuck in the mud, then they lost the whole truck

You could say they got bad luck and that’s saying enough

So long if you’re sailing on

Pack your things and get on your way

When you feel you don’t belong, play a friendly song

Then at least you’ll have a little something to sing

It’s hard to be a duo, it’s hard to be a trio

It’s even harder to be a quartet

I’m told that going alone

Is just about as hard as it gets

All the little baby girls and the dig beating boys

Just staring up at the sky

Hands full without a care in the world

No reason to ask why

There’s a meter for this or a measure for that

You could repaint the view in only white and black

But once you make that mark

There’s no taking it back, you see

As you build a new life you tear the old one down

And the past could chase you from city to town

You could talk like my eagles about what goes down

Or you could sing

If it feels good, let it feel good to you

If it feels good, let it feel good to you

If it feels good, just let it feel good to you

If it feels good, let it feel good to you

So it’s so long, you’re sailing on

Pack your things and get on your way

If you feel you don’t belong play a friendly song

Then at least you’ll have a little something to sing

And if it feels good, let it feel good to you

If it feels good, let it feel good to you

If it feels good, just let it feel good to you

If it feels good, let it feel good to you