rain falls on a tin roof oh but not the angry kind
such a sweet serenade to slumber that’s how i see you tonight

wake up early making pancakes the smell of bacon in the air
family gathered around the table and i can tell that you are there

i can see you in the routine i can feel you everywhere
you don’t have to move a mountain to let me know that you are there

i feel you driving down the highway heads are bouncing to the beat
there’s nothing coming through my speakers but you’re the rhythm driving me

you’re a god of power you’re the king of kings
but mostly i can see you in the little things
like sitting around the fire with those that really care
that’s how i can tell you’re there

when i wake up in the morning and when i lay my head at night
every second that is between i’m so glad you’re in my life