Billy Dean - Small Favors Lyrics
(Written by: Billy Dean, Tim Nichols)She puts up with my coffee cupRinging her dining room tableShe don't mind those Friday nightsWhen she has to drive 'cause I'm unstable.She goes to church while I oversleepI'm not sure what she sees in me.Chorus:Thank god for small favorsThe Sunday paper and the taste of homemade wineSecond chances and the healing hands of timeAnd thank god love is blind.Somehow she knows I love her soThough I don't always show herShe only sees the good in meBut with me she has to look closer.Lord, I guess I owe you oneShe thinks I hung the moon and the sun.Chorus:Thank god for small favorsThe Sunday paper and the taste of homemade wineSecond chances and the healing hands of timeAnd thank god love is blind...