The little things

[intro] Sunday morning, it’s quarter to nine slumbering on, the weekend’s grace Stretching my body, seems to be fine Convincing my head to enter the day The morning view in the kitchen window looking at people, strolling by The nautical report on the radio. Rests me assured; this is home. [chorus] It’s the little things. Always the little things. The wonders of everyday life That puts the smile on my face. This is my home! The half-read book on the coffee table The scent of you, lingering in the air The sight of you on the living room sofa Smiling at something your sister just said. The coffee cup left there on the desk Leaving stains, as the coffee’s gone cold. Distant sounds from the washing machine Rests me assured; this is home. It’s the little things. Always the little things. Small joys of the common days That puts the smile on my face. This is my home! Gentle steps from the ones upstairs. The house is slowly waking up. Some are faster, some are slower. The peace that was, is about to change. The rampant noise from the hallway stairs Exits the calm; enters a child. “What’s for breakfast? I’m heading out!” Rests me assured; this is home! It’s the little things. Always the little things. Small joys of the common days That puts the smile on my face. This is my home! [outro] [outro]