[Intro — warm room tone, fingerpicked guitar] [Piano answers with three quiet notes] [Soft brushes enter only after the first phrase] [Verse 1] There's a whole world hiding In the ordinary view Steam above a coffee cup Morning breaking through A feather on the table A stone somebody passed Nothing asks for much attention Till somebody stops and asks What made the river wander? What put the lines inside the stone? Why can a crowded little room Still let you feel alone? Maybe wonder isn't somewhere Waiting past some distant door Maybe what we're looking for Is what we almost overlooked before [Chorus] There's something to see in everything Something underneath A little more than what it was The first time that you see Turn it toward the morning light Let the smallest detail sing The world gets bigger when you find Something to see in everything [Instrumental conversation] [Acoustic guitar asks a short melodic question] [Piano answers] [Cello quietly completes the thought] [Verse 2] There's a Goldilocks hum In a room that feels just right Cups and conversation Neither silence, neither fight Somewhere in the pocket Where the busy and the still Find a way to sit together Without bending either will And a song can do the same thing Leave some breathing room inside Let the bass hold up the floorboards Let the melody decide You don't need to crowd the picture You don't need to explain Sometimes one small moving shadow Makes you look at it again [Chorus] There's something to see in everything Something underneath A little more than what it was The first time that you see Turn it toward the morning light Let the smallest detail sing The world gets bigger when you find Something to see in everything [Bridge — arrangement opens wider] Maybe curious is all I am Maybe that's enough Looking through the common things Until they open up A laugh hiding in a mistake A rhythm hiding in a room A highway in a coffee stain A whole world in a tune [Instrumental — let the instruments speak] [Electric guitar sings the chorus melody without words] [Piano answers from a lower register] [Hammond rises underneath] [Cello holds one long warm note] [Brushes and bass stay in the pocket — never crowd them] [Final Chorus — fuller, still restrained] There's something to see in everything Something underneath A little more than what it was The first time that you see Don't hurry past the ordinary Don't tell it what to mean
