Lyrics of 'All Things Good And Nice' by Jets To Brazil

I love my mother
For all the things shes not
But mostly for who she is

I love my father
For all the things hes thought
But really for the things he did

I love my piano
I wasnt ever taught
Still I think Im gonna live

All things that those who wait
Take time to find your way
Half the answers
Are failing your mistakes
Even when youre wrong I think youre great

I love my brother
Hes always taking shit
Hes just not like the other kids

I love my sister
For always making things
She even made a brother outta me, sweet kid

I love this feeling
Ive got something to give
And no I think Im gonna live

All things to those who wait
Take time to find your way
Some say
The truth is not so plain
Dont confuse your truth with your pain

You can take your life
Say it isnt straight
They aint gonna change your shape

I love my drummer
And all the things he plays
I wrote it in half-time just to say Thanks

I love my bassist
Represent the western states
I think they sent an angel from the old Salt Lake

I love my guitarist
His chops from outer space
He can make my 3 chords sound like 8

All things to those who wait
Take time to find your way
All things to those who wait
Take time to find your way

To all the bands
Meaning what they say
Its not what you sell its what you make

I love you stranger
It might not always show
Theres a lot of good in you I know