Small town living gets old when you got big dreams
Feels like you can only think as far as you can see
Eighteen tatted up tryna sell **
Knowing I'd take the fall for the whole team
Wasn't tryna hear it every time that you told me
It's the sound of the rain
Coming down when you fall asleep
It's a call from a friend
That you love and never get to see
All the time you could waste
Trying to chase what you never need
Hope you come back around the simple thing
Has it been four five years
Since I got down on my knees
And how could I forget
The sweet smell of the honeysuckles in the breeze
Wouldn't ever thought trying to chase this dream
Forgive me nightmares now I get no sleep
Nowadays seems like the only thing that calms me
It's the sound of the rain
Coming down when you fall asleep
It's a call from a friend
That you love but never get to see
All the time you can waste
Trying to chase what you'll never need
Always goes back around the simple things
Like a song that you know from the past
Coming on when you need it so bad
Like a drink in your glass at the end of the day
That you needed to have
Yeah I try and still sometimes I mess it up
Lately I've been asking myself what's enough
It's the sound of the rain
Coming down when you fall asleep
It's a call from a friend that you love
But never get to see
All the time you can waste
Trying to chase what you never need
Always comes back around
A simple thing
Simple things