The coffee went cold on the windowsill I forgot it was even there One dog took over the sofa The other slept under the chair You asked if we needed anything I said, âMilk, if youâre going that wayâ The rain started sometime after lunch Nothing much happened today I opened a book and read three pages Then read the same three again Put the washing out before noon Brought it back inside at ten You called something from the kitchen I said, âSorry, what did you say?â You said, âNothing, it doesnât matterâ Nothing much happened today I spent half my life waiting For my life to start Always somewhere I was going Always something after that Nothing much happened today Nobody packed a bag The phone rang twice, I missed it once And never called them back The afternoon became the evening Without asking much of me Nothing much happened today And maybe that was plenty We talked about painting the hallway Then decided it could wait You showed me something on your phone I laughed harder than it deserved Halfway up the staircase I forgot why I was there You looked up when I came back down And kindly didnât ask Nothing much happened today I used to count the years by changes Who arrived and who was gone Never thought the quiet stretches Might be where the living was Nothing much happened today Nobody packed a bag Dinner took a little longer The rain came harder on the glass The afternoon became the evening And evening carried on Nothing much happened today Nothing needed to be wrong There were years I would have laughed If youâd told me this was it A coat left hanging by the doorway Two cups beside the sink I wanted something worth remembering Something I could point towards Turns out most of what I wanted Doesnât look like much at all Nothing much happened today No beginning, no goodbye You fell asleep before the film was done I turned the volume down There was dinner, there was rainfall Your coat was by the door Nothing much happened today I donât need it to be more Nothing much happened today And I let the day stay small The coffee went cold on the windowsill Iâll make another in a while _______________________ Original Lyrics by Mickey Wilder. © All rights reserved. SONGCONT_PF2YSO5D5K
