All These Things

Intro: | | | | I could be the smile that You find in Your morning bed I could be the clay in Your hands You could be the laugh that I get in the kitchen chair Making up the day’s grand plans I could be the bird leading You to Your blue sky You could be the breath in the wings You could be the love that I thought that I’d never find Baby We could be all these things I could be a prayer when You need one You could be the day that’s unseasonably warm In the middle of the coldest winter, hey Hey..hey | | You could be the street light on a crooked road I could be the easy way home You could be a blanket backseat vintage car In a field of wild flowers over grown You could be the voice from a truck stop’s phone booth Promising Your Grandmother’s ring I could be the love that You thought that You’d never find Baby We could be all these things I could be Your Sunday revival You could be My lost soul survivor When I’m running out of hope On a day that’s turned its back on Me, hey..hey. Hey..hey | | | | We could be the light shining bright in a baby’s eyes We could be as bold as the sun We could be as strong as a love that would never die - As if there’ll never be another one I could be the bird leading You to Your blue sky You could be the breath in the wings I could be the love that You thought You’d never find | Em .. Baby We could be all these things .. | All these things, Baby We can be | .. Baby We can be, All these things