Matter Of Time - Kevin Devine

Sunday was short and slow and lovely

Slept in past noon, woke up, made coffee

And somewhere between the sheets and shower

We talked about the son and daughter

That we don’t have but imagined at our side

Well, it’s only a matter of time

Sometimes my love grows disenchanted

When so much she gives I take for granted

But I’m well-aware that she’s my compass

The strawberry sun, God’s grace and sweetness

And when I forget, when it somehow slips my mind

Well, it’s only a matter of time

It’s a matter of time

Til I break the blinders fastened to my eyes

And I can see you

Yeah, it’s only a matter of time

I found the truth inside the pattern

Of furious sound and ceaseless clatter

The peace in the painful search for meaning

You are the myth made real this evening

And a million more before the clocks unwind

It’s only a matter of time