These things are good

A baby sleeping in her mothers' arms
A motorcycle, a book of charms
You running down some beach in spain
You running back to me again

These things are good

A steady job, a happy home
Solid rock, the sights of rome
I hope for plenty but there never is
I'm never satisfied with what i miss

These things are good

I'm indecisive at the crossroads sign
I take my pick and then i change my mind
I can't make out which of the two is worse
The hand of god or the devils' curse

These things are good