The Most

Lori McKenna / Barry Dean
My life is a grocery store line
A “We’ll be just fine”
Don’t know how we survive, but we do
My life is an early spring snow
The last thread of hope
That I just keep hanging on to
My life is pieces of paper that I’ll get back to later
I’ll write you a story, how I ended up here
Why the little things make us and how long it takes us
To figure out what matters the most. . . . .
My life is a two dollar beer
Friday nights here
With friends that I’ve known since high school
My life is an order to go
A rainy car ride back home
And someone you love to lay next to
My Life is pieces of paper that I’ll get back to later
I’ll write you a story, how I ended up here
Why the little things make us and how long it takes us
To figure out what matters the most . . . . .
Someday well I’ll look back and wonder
Someday comes around quicker than they told you
Asking “Did I do, what I was suppose to”
In my Life
Don’t know Why the little things make us and sometimes it takes us
To damn long to figure what matters the most . . . .
My life is green grass through the snow
A sweet reckless hope
And baby I know...what matters the most