Your blue mug waits beside the sink
A paper crane beside the keys
You leave the window cracked an inch
So morning can come in with ease
I used to count the miles ahead
Now I know where I belong
It’s in the way you save me a seat
The way you ask if I’ve had enough to eat
Small things, steady as the turning year
I find my whole life when you’re near
No grand design, no perfect view
Just every day made kind by you
The market closes in the rain
We share one scarf along the block
You laugh and drop the oranges
I catch them rolling past the shop
And all the plans I used to chase
Feel lighter when we make them two
It’s in the way you save me a seat
The way you ask if I’ve had enough to eat
Small things, steady as the turning year
I find my whole life when you’re near
No grand design, no perfect view
Just every day made kind by you
If seasons change the paint on our door
If time puts silver in our hair
I’ll still be reaching for your hand
And finding you already there
It’s in the way you save me a seat
The way you know my quiet when we meet
Small things, steady as the turning year
I find my whole life when you’re near
No grand design, no perfect view
I choose each day, and I choose you
Your blue mug waits beside the sink
And I am home before I think
