Letra de
Small Favors

She puts up with my coffee cup, Ringing her dining room table
She don't mind those Friday nights, When she has to drive cause I'm unstable
She goes to church while I oversleep, I'm not sure what she sees in me
Thank God for small favors, The Sunday pa - per and the taste of homemade wine
Second chances and the healing hands of time
And thank God love is blind
Somehow she knows I love her so, Though I don't always show her
She only sees the good in me, with me she has to look closer
Lord, I guess I owe you one, She thinks I hung the moon and the sun
REPEAT CHORUS
Thank God for small favors, The Sunday pa - per and the taste of homemade wine
Second chances and the healing hands of time
And thank God love is blind