The Kind of Good
Lost my love along the way
From our bedroom door to whatever place
I thought I was going. Then I found it on the floor
Of this hotel corridor

Smells like whiskey and perfume
Looks like tears soaked in the carpet
Sounds like I’m really missing you
I never know what I should do

Thought I thought I thought it through
Think I’ll take a rest from colouring my blues

And finally get some sleep
To make a bit of room
So I can try to be
The kind of good I see
When I look at you