Peter Bradley Adams - Good Man

The old house is falling down
Every step I take makes a hollow sound
Should I walk away, should I push on through.
What in the world can a good man do.

Laughing eyes with a touch of grey
The record stopped when she looked my way,
I could hear her heart from across the room.
What in the world can a good man do.

Yellow hair and almond skin
She opened her arms and I fell right in
And she gave me love like I never knew.
What in the world can a good man do.

Her hands are warm and her hands are strong,
She holds me here like I belong
But I know I can't love her like she wants me to.
What in the world can a good man do.

We meet up late at the old fairground
And I've come here to let her down.
I keep trying to leave but my feet won't move.
What in the world can a good man do.

I walk a mile cross the kitchen floor.
I slip the key underneath door
They will call me kind they will call me cruel
What in the world can a good man do.
What in the world can a good man do.
A good man do.