| you could take this for granted, | |
| or you could take it so hard | |
| nothing's ever forgotten | |
| that you write on your arm | |
| like a long list of groceries | |
| or errands to run; | |
| you feel so accomplished, | |
| check them off, one by one | |
| and the shopping cart's swerving | |
| from a wobbling wheel | |
| just a very small thing | |
| makes it so hard to steer | |
| and under hot running water, | |
| see your day disappear | |
| if you don't know they're coming, | |
| it gets hard to go on | |
| but it makes you glad you decided | |
| to be alive | |
| it's good to know when good things | |
| it's good to know when good things | |
| it's good to know when good things will | |
| arrive | |
| am i beating a live horse? | |
| is this the wrong way | |
| to stop things from moving, | |
| to stop all the neighs? | |
| you should meet me in london | |
| where the bright goes grey | |
| and the little birds dance | |
| at the side of the lake | |
| they can keep you from leaving, | |
| though they haven't arrived | |
| just the thought is enough | |
| to keep you alive | |
| it's good to know when good things | |
| it's good to know when good things | |
| it's good to know when good things will | |
| arrive |