Looking down out of little round window On wings, at 20,000 feet At lakes and streams and of green I tend to think the most things
Ribbons of highways, roads and byways going all ways, always in a hurry Gotta get there but just where up here I'm not sure where it's all And it all means
But sometimes I think it's a simple thing I close my and I realize All I really is the love I have And the love I to give Anything else there is, is In this tiny
hit the runways, Mondays run into Mondays Some are better than some days Can't see the sky, skyscraper's too Thirty-second daydream at another red
I'm back in my hometown, on roads that we rode Those sights and sounds are yesterdays now deadlines, stress lines, too much on my mind I'm it all but what's it all for?
Sometimes I it's such a simple thing I close my eyes and I All I really need is the love I And the love I to give Anything else there is, is In this tiny
It's the love we make, it's the dreams we The friends we in our short time here It's God's grace, the touch of a hand Holding a baby, mom and dad
It's making the most of the we have And getting to long enough to look back On the years, the tears of joy and laughter That's all really matters In this life, such a tiny life
Sometimes I think it's a simple thing I my eyes and I realize All I need is the love I have And the I have to give Anything else there is, is It matter in this tiny life