words and music by paula mcmath

it isn’t in the way you rest your head
on my shoulder when you come to bed
it isn’t in the way you whisper then
that you’re not sure how and you don’t know when
it isn’t in the way you sleep so deep
with all your dreams your own to keep
it isn’t in the way your body shines
or how close you sleep to mine

it’s in the way you hold me
it’s in your warmth against the cold
it’s in all the things you told me
without ever sayin’ a word

It isn’t in the way you call me up
when life feels like it’s an empty cup
it isn’t what you want it’s what you have to do
it isn’t what you need it’s who needs you
it isn’t a stroll it’s a climb uphill
it isn’t a race it’s a test of will
it isn’t that static on the telephone
and it isn’t only you who feels alone

chorus

it isn’t too late to take what’s left
it’s yours to have so take the rest
as soon as you finish it isn’t done
you can’t even hold the air in your lungs

as soon as you say somethin’ it isn’t true
as soon as you decide time’s decided too
in all things there’s an open door to walk on through
and if it isn’t what you did it’s what you didn’t do

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