Solo piano ballad, intimate and sparse, voice and piano only, no drums, no bass, no guitar, no band, male lead vocalist, gravel-soaked raspy tenor, raw and aching, bourbon-and-heartache tone, chest-voice power with restrained grit, vocal cracks, whiskey-worn edges, swamp-rock twang, restrained delivery with long sustained held notes that swell and linger, emotionally charged, vowels stretched and aching, notes held until they break the heart, singer songwriter, bare and vulnerable, cinematic and minimal, soul-stirring and breathtaking [Verse 1: quiet, close, almost spoken over sparse piano] You fell asleep beside me on the couch TV's on, but neither one of us was watching Your feet are tucked underneath my leg And I know better than to move 'em There's a coffee cup you left there on the table And your glasses sitting crooked by the phone Funny, all the things I used to think I wanted Don't mean much when I'm this close to home [Pre-Chorus: voice beginning to swell] If somebody asked me what the good years looked like I think I'd tell 'em this [Chorus: warm emotional lift, restrained at first] You laughing from the kitchen Your hand reaching out for mine Knowing how I take my coffee Knowing when I need some time All the nights we never planned All the mornings we slept through If this is all I get from life I've gotten more than I ever knew [Verse 2: tender, conversational] There are lines around your eyes that weren't there then I've got more gray than either one of us will say We don't stay out half as late as we used to And getting up gets harder every day But you still catch me looking at you sometimes And you smile like you know just what I'm thinking After all these years, I still can't understand How I got this lucky without even knowing it [Pre-Chorus: slightly stronger, voice cracking at the end] If somebody asked me what I'd change I've thought about that too [Chorus: fuller vocal, piano still sparse] I'd take the same small kitchen The same bills we couldn't pay The same dumb fights about nothing That didn't matter anyway I'd take every wrong turn If every one still led to you I wouldn't ask for a better life I'd just ask to find you sooner [Bridge: piano falls almost completely away] Someday one of us will have to sit In a room that feels too big for one So while you're here beside me I'm not gonna waste tonight Thinking about that one Come here Let me hold you That's all I want to do [Final Chorus: starts nearly whispered, grows into the biggest vocal of the song] Give me the same small kitchen Give me your hand inside of mine Give me forty more years of you saying "Baby, we're gonna be fine" Give me ordinary Tuesdays And nowhere we have to be Give me you half asleep beside me Still reaching out for me [Final Lift: powerful, long held notes] And if I stood before God With one more life to choose I wouldn't ask Him to change a thing I'd just ask... To find you sooner [Outro: piano nearly gone, intimate cracked vocal] Yeah, that's all I'd do I'd find you sooner
