Good At What I Do
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Am I good at what I do? Do I live up to the kings?
Will my words go on forever when my voice no longer sings?
Is it all up in my head, or is it all up to you?
I don't really know if I'm good at what I do
Am I good at how I love? Can you feel it in these walls?
Do I show it in the springtime? Does it warm you in the fall?
Even when I'm far away, does it keep us close enough?
I don't really know if I'm good at how I love
Oh, but I could talk about your glory days
What makes you come alive and what I wouldn't change
But I can't talk about myself the way I talk about you
'Cause I don't really know if I'm good at what I do
I can see past all the thorns in another person's heart
I can hand out second chances, walk through the hardest part
Hold a mirror to my face, I'll point out what you don't see
The brave silhouette of who I wish that I could be
Oh, but I could talk about your glory days
What makes you come alive and what I wouldn't change
But I can't talk about myself the way I talk about you
'Cause I don't really know if I'm good at what I do
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Am I good at what I do? Do I live up to the kings?
Will my words go on forever when my voice no longer sings?
Is it all up in my head, or is it all up to you?
I don't really know if I'm good at what I do
Am I good at how I love? Can you feel it in these walls?
Do I show it in the springtime? Does it warm you in the fall?
Even when I'm far away, does it keep us close enough?
I don't really know if I'm good at how I love
Oh, but I could talk about your glory days
What makes you come alive and what I wouldn't change
But I can't talk about myself the way I talk about you
'Cause I don't really know if I'm good at what I do
I can see past all the thorns in another person's heart
I can hand out second chances, walk through the hardest part
Hold a mirror to my face, I'll point out what you don't see
The brave silhouette of who I wish that I could be
Oh, but I could talk about your glory days
What makes you come alive and what I wouldn't change
But I can't talk about myself the way I talk about you
'Cause I don't really know if I'm good at what I do
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Credits
Writer(s): Natalie Hemby, Sarah Jarosz
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