The Best Two Years

Lyrics by Cory Smith, music by The Beatles (I Feel Fine)

Mission transfer time, you know,

The new companion's mine, at least I hope so.

My companion snores and I can't sleep

 

My bike is really old an my

Apartment's full of mold but there's a bright side

Maybe someday I'll know what it is.

 

Fifty doors, and fifty "no thank yous"

Can you say, "the missionary blues?"

 

Well my girlfriend couldn't wait to find some-

body else to date, you know, she said so.

I got my "dear john" the first month out.


Someone finally let us in because

their kids thought that our skin it looked so different

Now we see that family once a week

 

Fifty doors, and forty-nine refuse

One's enough to chase away the blues

 

Well the family felt the love, and got an

answer from above its quite ironic

The worst two years can be the best two years

The worst two years can be the best two years