The city is lost in all its angles   The streets are all a tangled mess of endless self-restriction   In carving out a negative space they left a blank where you should put your face   And tell 'em all about the good that I know you know      In your eyes, the good I know you know   In your mouth, the good I know you know      It's the good I know you know   Buried deep inside your soul   Or wherever you keep those kinds of things   Wherever you keep that song you like to sing      The country air is a refined thing   Like the gentle sway of an old porch swing   Where generations have passed one by one   Slow is sweet, lest its worse for the wear   I know that sometimes change is a cross to bear   But I can see it in your wrinkled stare, the good I know you know      In your eyes, the good I know you know   In your ears, the good I know you know      It's the good I know you know   Buried deep inside your soul   Or wherever you keep those kinds of things   Wherever you keep that song you like to sing      La, la      So carve yourself some negative space   And fill that void with your precious face   And tell 'em all about the good that I know you know