Little Miracles ( The Songs Rained Down)

While mom played on our old piano,
I played at her feet,
And I pressed my ear to the floor to hear,
The sound against my cheek.
And the songs rained down like miracles —
Little miracles,
And the songs rained down like miracles —
Little miracles.
Though dad played down the end of our world,
The truth cut like a knife,
So, I went to my room to write that tune,
And stayed there all my life.
And the songs rained down like miracles —
Little miracles,
And the songs rained down like miracles —
Little miracles.
Now I still try to turn these waters,
Somehow into wine,
And I press my heels to the ground to feel,
A chill run up my spine.
And the songs rained down like miracles —
Little miracles,
And the songs rained down like miracles —
Little miracles.