Song Description

We take comfort in the everyday rituals that make up our lives - Soothing and contemplative with guitar and cello

Lyrics

THE HOUSE IS QUIET ON THIS WINTER MORNING
IT FEELS LIKE A PROMISE COMING TRUE
OUT MY BEDROOM WINDOW IT LOOKS LIKE FEATHERS FALLING
THE WORLD'S A LITTLE SOFTER FROM THIS BIRDS-EYE-VIEW
DOWNSTAIRS TO THE KITCHEN, I TURN ON THE STOVE
THE KETTLE'S WHISTLIN' TO SCARE AWAY THE COLD
FOLD MY HANDS 'ROUND THE CUP, SEND A PRAYER UP IN THE STEAM
THERE'S A RHYTHM IN THE RITUAL OF THESE ORDINARY THINGS

WHEN I WAS YOUNGER IN THE ARMS OF SIMPLE COMFORTS
THERE WERE MOMENTS WHEN THE WORLD MADE PERFECT SENSE
LIKE WEAVING DAISY CHAINS FROM A FIELD OF SUMMER
OR CLATTERING OUR STICKS ALONG THE SCHOOLYARD FENCE
YEAH WE'D CALL RED ROVER, SWING OUR ROPES
CLIP OUR BASEBALL CARDS TO BICYCLE SPOKES
THOUGH WE SPIN EVER FURTHER FROM THE DAYS OF NURSERY RHYMES
THE RHYTHM IN THE RITUAL STILL MOVES THROUGH ORDINARY TIMES


I LIGHT A CANDLE, TOUCH THE PEN TO PAPER
TRUST THAT THE MUSE WILL COME TO ME
WORDS MEET MELODY, NOW I AM THE CREATOR
WELL I'M NOT SURE HOW THAT WORKS BUT I RESPECT THE MYSTERY
SO LET'S PAINT THE PICTURE, PLANE THE WOOD
BAKE OUR DAILY BREAD, RISE FOR THE GREATER GOOD
THEN ASK FOR THE GRACE TO DANCE ALONG THE WAY
TO THE RHYTHM IN THE RITUAL OF EVERY ORDINARY DAY