This Is a Good Street

This is a good house. It wasn’t our home. It never scuffed you here on this
threshold. I never waited for you by the window.
This is a good house.
This is a good room. You never slept here. You can’t betray the faith that is
kept here and then no more tears will be wept here.
This is a good room.
This is a good bed. We never laid here. You can’t erase the love that was made
here. And a love that’s love will not fade here.
This is a good bed.
This is a good heart and you can’t take it. You can bend it, bruise it and
shake it. But no my dear you can’t break it.
This is good heart.
This is a good bed.
Tis is a good room.
This a good house.
This is a good street.
This is a good street.
This is a good street.