rain falls on a tin roof
oh but not the angry kind
such a sweet serenade to slumber
that’s how i see you tonight
wake up early making pancakes
the smell of bacon in the air
family gathered around the table
and i can tell that you are there
i can see you in the routine
i can feel you everywhere
you don’t have to move a mountain
to let me know that you are there
i feel you driving down the highway
heads are bouncing to the beat
there’s nothing coming through my speakers
but you’re the rhythm driving me
you’re a god of power you’re the king of kings
but mostly i can see you in the little things
like sitting around the fire with those that really care
that’s how i can tell you’re there
when i wake up in the morning
and when i lay my head at night
every second that is between
i’m so glad you’re in my life
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