The Little Things

Has the future come To make a liar out of me? Every day I wake And I'm further out to sea High above the driving nails Swirl the gardens of relief A broken smile, a little grace For no longer how brief The little things, the little things mean everything The little things, the little things mean everything Now I'm off to work On the train I only stare There's a sleepy drum And there's corruption in the air Only souls have been lost Desperate is as desperate does A little push, a little shove A little talk I give myself The little things, the little things mean everything The little things, the little things mean everything The little things, the little things mean everything