Little Miracles ( The Songs Rained Down)

While mom played on our old piano,

I played at her feet,

And I pressed my ear to the floor to hear,

The sound against my cheek.

And the songs rained down like miracles -

Little miracles,

And the songs rained down like miracles -

Little miracles.

Though dad played down the end of our world,

The truth cut like a knife,

So, I went to my room to write that tune,

And stayed there all my life.

And the songs rained down like miracles -

Little miracles,

And the songs rained down like miracles -

Little miracles.

Now I still try to turn these waters,

Somehow into wine,

And I press my heels to the ground to feel,

A chill run up my spine.

And the songs rained down like miracles -

Little miracles,

And the songs rained down like miracles -

Little miracles.