Nothing Good - Ron Sexsmith

He sees it coming from a mile away

He knows all the rules by heart and so the game is played

He’s trading love for this sordid night of bliss

Though nothing good, nothing good could ever come from this

Nothing good, nothing good could ever come from this

You’ve seen how people rise in times of need

Forget all their pettiness, forget all their greed

But he can’t rise above this warm and reckless kiss

Though nothing good, nothing good could ever come from this

From this only sorrow

From this no future, only tomorrows

When the morning comes tumbling down

No trace of the night before, it’s still the same old town

But deep inside now hides a stranger in his midst

And nothing good, nothing good could ever come from this

Nothing good, nothing good could ever come from this