Lyrics
Where are all the good things, good things that I used to see?
I need a simple good thing, a good thing that will stay
Could I be a proud man, proud of what I have to show?
A satisfied and proud man, blessed without a guilty soul
I only speak excuses, bitterness is all I know
There are no excuses, bitterness must not take hold
Good Things
Good Things
Good Things
Good Things
Proud Man
Proud Man
Proud Man
Proud Man