A simple thank you when you give directions
In the grey morning, the smile of a stranger
A perfume that stays long after she's gone
Like a gesture's end that life didn't plan for
A miserable dog following you on a sidewalk
With so much love, so much heart in his eyes
And staying there, right at your doorstep
Already aware that his life depends on you
And this is the song of the Lord
The one that makes your heart happy
Whoever sings it now and then
Will always have it for luggage
His hand on your shoulder, a stranger telling you
Life's no fun for sure, but it's life anyway
A simple coffee offered to you at a counter
A game of dice when it's so dark outside
And this is the song of the Lord
The one that makes your heart happy
Whoever sings it now and then
Will always have it for luggage
The call of a friend like an island in the silence
A few graffitis on a wall of indifference
Two or three chords, a guitar at the crossroads
So many things still hanging on as days go by
And this is the song of the Lord
The one that makes your heart happy
Whoever sings it now and then
Will always have it for luggage
And this is the song of the Lord
The one that makes your heart happy
Whoever sings it now and then
Will always have it for luggage