A Little Good Left
There's still coffee on Sunday mornings
There's still falling asleep to rain
There's still bakeries and flower shops
And seeing a familiar face
Whilst there are lovers meeting each other
Whilst there are songs that make me cry
I'm convinced there's still a little good left to find
(Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
There's still letters, "hope you feel better"s
Still a thousand books to read
There's still smiling at a stranger
Still a thousand left to meet (Mm-mm-mm-mm)
Whilst we're laughing at friends, we're telling
Stories of the days gone by
I'm convinced there's still a little good left to find
(Mm-mm)
(Mm, mm)
Ba-da-da, da-da-da
Da-da-da, da-da-da
Da, da, da (Hmm)
It's still heavy, still not ready
There's still news too hard to bear
There's still losing, and days when moving
Feels like pulling out your hair (Mm-mm-mm-mm)
If you're still feeling there's some type of meaning
And these days that number life
Then I'm convinced there's still a little good left to find
Mm-mm-mm-mm, mm
Mm-mm
