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Small Things
(©2009 Andy Hill)
It is impossible to interpret the world from someone else’s experience. In personal relationships, seemingly insignificant moments of discord can take on a power to destroy far beyond their superficial limits. One learns this (and resolves it if he's lucky), like one learns everything that is important: The hard way.

How would I say good-bye?
How would I walk away?
Knowin’ that I want to stay
How would I break the chain?
How would I beat this storm?
Blowin’ our way

I know you’re wounded
But you hide it deep inside
Where I can’t touch it
I can’t heal it
Believe me, I’ve tried

How could I even ask
Let alone demand
That you cast off
Or suspend
The instincts that guard you here
And guide your hand
My Darling
I understand

I know you’re wounded
But you hide it deep inside
Where I can’t touch it
I can’t heal it
Believe me, I’ve tried

My love for you is strong
But it’s not unconditional
I can’t turn it off and on
Hanging like a puppet or a criminal

Maybe these small things
Between us still
Are just ghosts
Not real

Andy: Vocals, Piano, Organ, Strings, Acoustic, Nylon & Electric Guitar
Renee: Vocals, Shaker egg
Marty: Bass, Electric Guitar
John Hoke: Drums