Letra de These Things

These things are good A baby sleeping in her mothers' arms A motorcycle, a book of charms You running down some beach in spain You running back to me again These things are good A steady job, a happy home Solid rock, the sights of rome I hope for plenty but there never is I'm never satisfied with what i miss These things are good I'm indecisive at the crossroads sign I take my pick and then i change my mind I can't make out which of the two is worse The hand of god or the devils' curse These things are good