Lyrics
How Good It Is to Love Someone, How Right it is to Care
Furniture on the front porch,
bike lock on a wooden fence.
Peeling paint on a brick and frame,
a sign mumbles: 'Rooms For Rent'.
A rainbow and a dream-catcher,
bay windows of some undoubting town -
before the Irish took this
bullshit Second Empire down.
How good it is to love someone,
how right it is to care.
How good it is to love someone,
how right it is to care.
The love seat from The Second Take
was a bitch up uneven stairs.
Found the hotplate in the hall the night
they took old, deaf Elaine away.
A filter burned down cigarette
lying fetal in a tin foil tray;
the kind at the all-night Parliament Coffee Time
where the Tamils hang.
How good it is to love someone,
how right it is to care.
How good it is to love someone,
how right it is to care.
Christ's sad eyes on the wall,
dishes in the sink,
mattress on the floor
stained of life and bonding souls that stayed on it before.
How good it is to love someone,
how right it is to care.
How good it is to love someone,
how right it is to care.
