The Department of Ordinary Things

I prepare the cool side of the pillow I loosen the stuck lid on a jar I find the lost toy under the sofa On a cold day I help start your car [CHORUS] I don’t bring the thunder or lightning I’m not wisdom or love, I’ve no wings I don’t master the sun or the seas I’m just the department of ordinary things I’m in the smoke of a candle extinguished I’m in the last leaf that simply won’t fall I’m in the dust ball that hides under a table I’m in the echo of a lonely bird’s call [CHORUS] I don’t bring the thunder or lightning I’m not wisdom or love, I’ve no wings I don’t master the sun or the seas I’m just the department of ordinary things I’m in the train door that holds for a moment The single earring you decided to keep I’m in the red light before it turns green I’m in the last blink before you’re asleep [CHORUS] I don’t bring the thunder or lightning I’m not wisdom or love, I’ve no wings I don’t master the sun or the seas I’m just the department of ordinary things [BRIDGE] Those with domain over war and desire Pay no mind to my work, to my tasks They may think what I do’s not important I’m still there even if no one asks [CHORUS] I don’t bring the thunder or lightning I’m not wisdom or love, I’ve no wings I don’t master the sun or the seas I’m just the department of ordinary things I will be there in a promise you keep In the last blink before you fall asleep