[Intro – Beautiful fingerpicked acoustic guitar, warm intimate recording, subtle string squeaks. A clean electric guitar plays a gentle bluesy answering melody.] [Verse 1 – Relaxed acoustic groove, warm understated vocal] There's a coffee cup beside the sink Been sitting there since half past three And a note you left on the refrigerator Says there's leftovers if I need There's a crack in the kitchen window That I've been meaning to repair And your shoes are lying by the doorway Like they always end up there [Weston – Soft chuckle] Used to drive me crazy... [Pre-Chorus – Gentle bass enters, guitar harmonics] I used to think that happiness Was something waiting down the road Some big old moment coming With a story worth being told [Chorus – Warm soulful melody, restrained emotional lift] But it's the little things The way you laugh when you can't breathe The way you fall asleep beside me Halfway through a movie scene It's the little things That I was too damn blind to see I spent my whole life chasing something That was sitting right in front of me Oh, it ain't the gold or the diamond rings It's the little things [Instrumental – Expressive clean electric guitar lick, subtle blues bends, warm acoustic rhythm] [Verse 2 – Slightly more rhythmic, intimate soulful delivery] I got a picture of my old man With his arm around my shoulder Back when I thought forty-five Was something close to getting older And my mama's handwriting On a birthday card from years ago I found it in a box last Sunday And I couldn't let it go [Short pause – Just acoustic guitar] I called her up that evening Didn't need a reason why We talked about the weather And I didn't say goodbye for quite some time [Chorus – Fuller acoustic arrangement, soft harmonies] Yeah, it's the little things The way you laugh when you can't breathe The way you fall asleep beside me Halfway through a movie scene It's the little things That I was too damn blind to see I spent my whole life chasing something That was sitting right in front of me Oh, it ain't the gold or the diamond rings It's the little things [Instrumental Guitar Solo – Expressive melodic blues guitar solo, warm clean Strat-style tone, tasteful bends, fingerpicked acoustic underneath. Let the guitar sing for 12 bars.] [Bridge – Instruments drop to acoustic guitar only, Weston nearly whispers] One day this house will look different One day the walls will get repainted And all the little things that bothered me Might be the things I wish had stayed here [Weston – Voice cracks gently] So leave your coffee on the counter Leave your jacket on my chair I don't need a perfect picture I just need you standing there [Final Chorus – Emotionally powerful but intimate, rich organic harmonies, warm live drums] It's the little things The way you laugh when you can't breathe The way you fall asleep beside me Halfway through a movie scene It's the little things That I was too damn blind to see I spent my whole life chasing something That was sitting right in front of me [Weston – Emotional soulful ad-lib] And I don't wanna miss another thing... [Final refrain – Drums fade, acoustic guitar remains] It ain't the gold or the diamond rings It ain't the places I ain't seen It's the little things... [Outro – Solo acoustic guitar, gentle electric guitar answer] [Weston – Soft, smiling] Hey... Leave that coffee cup right there. [End – Natural acoustic guitar decay]
