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
Rich 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
God may look the other way today
God knows I'm good god knows I'm good
God knows I'm good
God may look the other way today

Then she moved toward the exit clutching
Tightly at her paper bag
Perspiration trickled down her forehead
And her heart it leapt inside her as
The hand laid 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 a 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
God knows I'm good god knows I'm good
God knows I'm good
Surely God won't look the other way hey!