When I think of goodness I think of you Falling asleep On the floor of my room Light from the tv Painting us blue And in the morning I'm still awake Light from the window Washed on your face I trace the line Of your form while I wait I wish that I could just Stay in one place Long enough to remember The streets and the names Of all of the places Where I've stayed the same Waiting around For something to change When really the goodness Was in everything That I took for granted Everyday And maybe goodness Is just what you make Of every improbable day That you get to wake up