[Verse 1]
I could be the smile that you find in your morning bed
I could be the clay in your hands
You could be the laugh that I get in the kitchen chair
Making up the day’s grand plans
I could be the bird leading you to your blue sky
You could be the breath in the wings
You could be the love
That I thought I’d never find
Baby we could be all these things

[Chorus]
I could be a prayer when you need one
You could be the day
That’s unseasonably warm
In the middle of the coldest winter

[Verse 2]
You could be the street light on a crooked road
I could be the easy way home
You could be a blanket
Backseat vintage car
In a field of wildflowers overgrown
You could be the voice from a truck stop’s phone booth
Promising your grandmother’s ring