From the album Crooked Lines

Lyrics

You’re the smell of coffee in the morning
You’re the sound of leaves on an Autumn night
I can’t conceive a tomorrow
Without you by my side

You’re the bells from the church on Sunday
You’re the silver in the light of a waxing moon
and if the ground ever let you go, you’d be right where you belong

You are my everything
there's a ghost of you in every song I sing
my hand was made just to wear your ring
you are my everything.

You’re the head of a rushing river
You’re the eye of a hurricane
You’re the wake of a comet as it sails the sea of space

You’re the dew on the grass at daybreak
You’re an agate buried in a beach of sand
It don’t matter where we go from here
As long as we go hand in hand