Good to Me

What's so different With the color of things I feel the wind push the car, And I look at you again. When you turn to me And ask me what I think. I nod and then I sing along To all the song you like. There hasn't been a time that I have wished I wasn't here with you Your eyes are good to me, they can see, They can see what my mother sees. They can see what my mother sees. I fall asleep Like some airplane crash You drive a little more So you don't have to wake me up I can dream And I can worry But then you say to me I know you better than you think Why have all the bombs been blasting in the air? Do you know what our love can do? Oh slowly, you know me, like a man should. I'm so sunny Everyday So sunny --- Good to Me - Inara George