Written by Bill Boutin and disarranged by me one crazed night, this ode to a chemical-free way of living has a sparse reggae feel and is one I keep coming back to.
It doesn't come in a bottle
It doesn't come in a pill
It doesn't come in a capsule
I don't think it ever will
But I could use some happiness
Oh I could use some happiness
And I could use some happiness
Right now
They don't make it in a factory
They don't raise it on a farm
But it's your love that makes it real for me
It's your smile that makes me warm
And I could use some happiness
Oh I could use some happiness
And I could use some happines
Right now
It's your smile that makes me warm
It's your smile
Well it can't be defined and it can't be refined
It can't be synthesised
But here ain't no denying that I feel fine
When I look in your eyes
It doesn't come in a bottle
It doesn't come in a pill
It doesn't come in a capsule
I don't think it ever will
But I could use some happiness
Oh I could use some happiness
And I could use some happiness
Cause all my life's been such a mess
And I could use some happiness
Right now
Really like what you did with the new arrangement, especially the piano.