All These Things - Lori McKenna

I could be the smile that you find in your morning bed

I could be the clay in your hands

You could be the laugh that I get in the kitchen chair

Making up the day’s grand plans

I could be the bird leading you to your blue sky

You could be the breath in the wings

You could be the love

That I thought I’d never find

Baby we could be all these things

I could be a prayer when you need one

You could be the day

That’s unseasonably warm

In the middle of the coldest winter

You could be the street light on a crooked road

I could be the easy way home

You could be a blanket

Backseat vintage car

In a field of wildflowers overgrown

You could be the voice from a truck stop’s phone booth

Promising your grandmother’s ring

I could be the love that you thought

That you’d never find Baby we could be

All these things

I could be your Sunday revival

You could be my lost soul survivor

When I’m running out of hope

On a day that’s turned its back on me

We could be the light

Shining bright in baby’s eyes

We could be as bold as the sun

We could be as strong

As love that would never die

As if there’ll never be another one

I could be the bird leading you to your blue sky

You could be the breath in the wings

I could be the love

That you thought that’d you’d never find

Baby we could be

All these things

All these things

Baby we could be

Baby we could be

All these things