I don't need much to be happy,
Four walls and a roof over head,
Books and food in my belly, cold sheets upon the bed.
A fire that worms out December, the sound of a thought in the east,
Sometimes it's hard to remember how tough we are to please.
All in good time, somehow I find days that still shine little lights.
All in good stare, I'm safe and I'm fed,
The dreams in my head couldn't hide.
The field of my hand being taken, driving at night all alone,
The plays on a warm summer evening and I'm coming home.
All in good time, somehow you find days that still shine little lights.
All in good stare, you're safe and you're fed,
The dreams your my head couldn't last.
Don't need much to be happy,
A friend, a soft and a fall
Something to show for my labors,
After all, I had learned to be grateful.
I had to learn how to see
Mistakes that might have proved faithful
Are gifts I now receive.
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