God Knows I’m Good

I was walking through the counters of a national concern
And a cash machine was spitting by my shoulder

And I saw the multitude of faces, honest, stretched and clean
As the merchandise exchanged and money roared
And a woman hot with worry slyly slipped a tin of stewing steak
Into the paper bag at her side
And her face was white with fear in case her actions were observed
So she closed her eyes to keep her conscience blind

Crying
"God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good
Surely, God will look the other way"

Then she moved towards the exit clutching tightly at her paper bag
Perspiration trickled down her forehead
And her heart it leapt inside her as a hand lay on her shoulder
She was led away bewildered and amazed
Through her deafened ears the cash machines were shrieking on the counter
As her escort asked her softly for her name
And a crowd of honest people rushed to help the tired old lady
Who had fainted to the whirling, wooden floor

Crying
"God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good
Surely, God won't look the other way

Yeah, God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good
Surely, God won't look the other way"