you could take this for granted,nor you could take it so hardnnothing's ever forgottennthat you write on your armnlike a long list of groceriesnor errands to run;nyou feel so accomplished,ncheck them off, one by onennand the shopping cart's swervingnfrom a wobbling wheelnjust a very small thingnmakes it so hard to steernand under hot running water,nsee your day disappearnif you don't know they're coming,nit gets hard to go onnbut it makes you glad you decidednto be alivennit's good to know when good thingsnit's good to know when good thingsnit's good to know when good things will narrivennam i beating a live horse?nis this the wrong waynto stop things from moving,nto stop all the neighs?nyou should meet me in londonnwhere the bright goes greynand the little birds dancenat the side of the lakennthey can keep you from leaving,nthough they haven't arrivednjust the thought is enoughnto keep you alivennit's good to know when good thingsnit's good to know when good thingsnit's good to know when good things will narrive