Small Things from Junk Drawer by Steve Wood

SMALL THINGS

This old picture of Mary, holding my hand
The look on her face, I now understand
That is the smile, comes with the joy
A mother with her boy

It’s the small things, they sneak up behind you
Small things, open your eyes
It’s the small things, whenever you’re ready
There’s a small thing

I came factory wired to make it alone
Till I reached a line I couldn’t cross on my own
Then your point of view gave the answer to me
Like trigonometry

It’s the small things, they sneak up behind you
Small things, open your eyes
It’s the small things, whenever you’re ready
There’s a small thing

Like a pencil on paper,
Leaves a history of where it has gone
Look back, follow your line, see a design

Pilgrims travel to something that’s true
I was just standing contemplating my shoe
A speck of dust fell into my ear
I turned and you were here

It’s the small things, they sneak up behind you
Small things, open your eyes
It’s the small things, whenever you’re ready
There’s a small thing
There’s a million small things

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