A Million Things


I'm sorry for the smallest things
Like the way that I learned to sing
Like the way I comb my hair
And the way you weren't there
All the times you weren't there

Cross your heart and hope to die
Candy apples in your mother's eye
Mountain breeze and summer swings
Bring to mind a million things
They bring to mind a million things

   (You can) Slow down the nighttime
   (You can) Put away the sunshine
   (You can) Listen to the beating of my life
   Well Hey-O-Wey Alright

A seagull in a starlight dusk
A rollerskate caked with rust
A smile from across the room
A splinter from a yardsale broom
While I'm sweeping up the Unknown's Tomb

See your letter there lost in space
Your dominance your saving grace
Summer spring winter fall
Pay no mind at all
Pay no mind to me at all

   (You can) Slow down the nighttime
   (You can) Put away the sunshine
   (You can) Listen to the beating of my life
   Well Hey-O-Wey Alright

Cross your heart and hope to die
A game of chance with a pack of lies
Mountain breeze and summer swings
Bring to mind a million things
A million things
©Mike Runion, 2003
4/28/03