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Good Things Matter
Just a happy groovy reminder that in spite of ourselves, our good stuff shows through sometimes. Perhaps the only good thing I’ve ever experienced being stuck in Washington’s notorious traffic!
AM – vocals, acoustic and electric guitar
Jon Carroll – piano
Dana Connor – harmony vocals
Danny Knicely – bass
N. Scott Robinson – bass drum, cajon, foot maraca
Words & music A. McKnight, ©2003 Catalooch Music, BMI
Verse 1
Rush hour traffic going nowhere, the merge becomes a contact sport
frustrations boiling over, tempers growing short
the suited man bucks the trend at the tollbooth,
lets the grandmother in
he knows the people that we share the road with
have loved ones waiting just like him
Chorus
Good things matter, long after they're done
good things matter, each and every one
good things matter, no matter how small
good things matter to us all
Verse 2
Tear-streaked boy behind the playground fence, teams picked, game in full swing
his braces hold him back from what his glasses show, he is not good at this thing,
but the bigger boy who plays the game with natural skill and grace,
says "here's my bat, take my place"
he knows the final score is more than runs across the plate
by the pinch hitter's smiling face
Chorus
Bridge
linger for the old one's words, let a child know she's been heard
ask a wallflower to dance, give mistakes a second chance
smile at strangers on the street, share the table where you eat
leave the extra change behind, fight fear, be colorblind
a kind word to chase the grey, when things are hard find a way,
it all comes back someday
Chorus
