Song Description

A song about being thankful for what you have.

Song Length 3:41 Genre Country - Americana, Country - Alternative
Tempo Medium Slow (91 - 110) Lead Vocal Male Vocal
Mood Peaceful, Gracious Subject Morning, Home
Language English Era 2000 and later


Music and lyrics written by Jay Matthes

First verse:
Working all these hours just to barely have enough to pay the rent
Bills stacked on the counter feels like money that we make's already spent
We may not have a lot but a little's more than some folks ever see
It's all in your perspective just how rich or just how poor you want to be

When the sun comes up and shines on my life here with you
It's a reminder of how lucky we are to live like we do

Falling asleep in a room with a window facing east
We wake up to things that are golden

Second verse:
Eighteen karat picture frames
Stories of a king who loves his queen
Sheets of orange and yellow like we're playing in a pile of autumn leaves
A morning touched by Midas
Not a thing inside this room that isn't stained
Walls that look like coins as if we melted down a treasure into paint

(Pre-chorus and Chorus)

Lyrics Jay Matthes Music Jay Matthes
Producer Michael Mann Performance Jay Matthes, Myles Wangerin, Jack Kammien, Elliott Paulin, Corrin Bonkalski, Michael Mann
Label Independent
Clean Clean

Clean Clean

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