The city is lost in all its angles
The streets are all a tangled mess of endless self-restriction
In carving out a negative space they left a blank where you should put your face
And tell 'em all about the good that I know you know
In your eyes, the good I know you know
In your mouth, the good I know you know
It's the good I know you know
Buried deep inside your soul
Or wherever you keep those kinds of things
Wherever you keep that song you like to sing
The country air is a refined thing
Like the gentle sway of an old porch swing
Where generations have passed one by one
Slow is sweet, lest its worse for the wear
I know that sometimes change is a cross to bear
But I can see it in your wrinkled stare, the good I know you know
In your eyes, the good I know you know
In your ears, the good I know you know
It's the good I know you know
Buried deep inside your soul
Or wherever you keep those kinds of things
Wherever you keep that song you like to sing
La, la
So carve yourself some negative space
And fill that void with your precious face
And tell 'em all about the good that I know you know