Letras
The sun came up, coffees burned
Bills still stack but the wheels still turn
Ain't rich, ain't fixed, but I woke up strong
That's a hymn I can hum all day long
Ain't every dream supposed to shine
Some just glow in their own time
When small wins feel like heaven
You stop counting what you're missing
You breathe, you laugh, you start again
And that's a gospel in a working man's skin
Yeah, when small wins feel like heaven
You finally learn you've been blessed
With ending my things, I do it
We used to stop, spark on that grass all night
And this can't eat on on me now
Yeah, I almost made it out
Truck won't start, but the neighbor waits
Kids still fight, but they all behave
The dog still loves me, though I cuss the day
I guess grace shows up in the strangest way
Maybe faith ain't fire or thunder
Just a spark when the lights go under
I find a wind that went final
It bent for the sparks that I seen on earth
When small wins feel like heaven
I don't need a sign or seven
I take these tiny blessings I've been given
Cause the good Lord hides in the living
Yeah, when small wins feel like heaven