Текст: Elisabeth Withers. Simple Things.

How do you explain this funny feeling deep inside
Makes me smile when I'm lonely, comforts me when I'm sad
How do you explain this sweet, sweet smile on my face
That just keeps getting better with each passing day
For so long I didn't know I was searching in all the wrong places

Thinking if I spent more money than I could
If I worked harder than I should
Always having friends to feel good I'd be happier
Losing my breath in the hustle
Just stressin' over nuthin'
Forgetting the real joys that lie in the simple things
Simple things, simple things

How do you explain when there's more month at the end of the money
Your situations tells you to worry but you see the flowers in bloom
How do you explain the soft caress on your face
That tells you it's get better with each passing day
For so long I did not know I was looking in all the wrong places

Thinking if I played more games than I could
If I worried more than I should
Spinnin' my wheels with the lover that meant me no good
Losing my breath in the hustle
Just stressin' over nuthin'
Forgetting the real pleasures that lie in the simple things
In the simple things

The sun shining on my face, your strong embrace
Mama calling, daddy calling to see if I'm okay
The fresh air I breathe, enough food to eat
A warm place to sleep at night, say it, say it, say, are the simple things
Simple things, are the simple things

I spend more money than I could
Harder than I should
Friends to feel good
I thought it was gonna I'd be happier
Losing my breath in the hustle
Stressin' over nuthin'
Forgetting the real dangers that lie, ooh, in the simple things, simple things

Look at 'em, simple things