[Acoustic Pop - 86 BPM - Baritone Male Vocal] [Verse 1] There was a coffee stain beside the sink A note in your handwriting, hard to read A worn-out record with a scratch in the middle Still somehow sounded good to me There was a laugh that lasted half a minute A jacket hanging on the back of a chair I never thought I'd miss those little moments Till years had taken them somewhere [Pre-Chorus] Funny how the smallest things Can carry more than we can see A quiet word, a borrowed song Can stay a lifetime underneath [Chorus] It's the little things that follow us home Long after the years have come and gone A hand on my shoulder, a half-sung line A photograph fading at the edges with time We spend our lives waiting for something big But memory don't work that way It's the little things, the ordinary things That become everything someday [Verse 2] There was a cracked old cup you always used A grocery list with circles around two A Sunday afternoon that felt like nothing Now I'd give anything to live it through The sound of somebody calling from the hallway The way you smiled before you said goodbye I couldn't know those moments had a future I couldn't see how fast the years would fly [Pre-Chorus] Funny how a simple day Can turn to something we hold near What felt like nothing passing by Can become the reason we are here [Chorus] It's the little things that follow us home Long after the years have come and gone A hand on my shoulder, a half-sung line A photograph fading at the edges with time We spend our lives waiting for something big But memory don't work that way It's the little things, the ordinary things That become everything someday [Bridge] So if you're sitting beside me Don't wait for some perfect scene Say what you mean while you can Hold on to what seems routine 'Cause time has a way of teaching What the heart couldn't understand The moments we barely noticed Were the ones that made us who we are [Final Chorus] It's the little things that follow us home Long after the years have come and gone A quiet "take care," a familiar refrain The sound of your footsteps coming down the hall again We spend our lives waiting for something big While the best things pass our way It's the little things, the ordinary things That become everything someday [Outro] A coffee stain, a crooked note A laugh I can still hear Funny how the smallest things Get bigger every year
