Good Man - Peter Bradley Adams

The old house is falling down

Every step I take makes a hollow sound

Should I walk away should I push on through

What in the world can a good man do

Laughing eyes with a touch of grey

The record stopped when she looked my way

I could hear her heart from across the room

What in the world can a good man do

Yellow hair and almond skin

She opened her arms and I fell right in

And she gave me love like I never knew

What in the world can a good man do

Her hands are warm and her hands are strong

She holds me here like I belong

But I know I can't love her like she wants me to

What in the world can a good man do

We meet up late at the old fairground

And I've come here to let her down

I keep trying to leave but my feet won't move

What in the world can a good man do

I walk a mile cross the kitchen floor

I slip the key underneath door

They will call me kind they will call me cruel

What in the world can a good man do

What in the world can a good man do

Good man do