Verse 1

I leave before the kettle sings,

Come home when windows turn to gray.

My coat still smells of rain and trains,

The hours keep taking me away.

Pre-Chorus

I want to know the little things,

What makes you laugh, what you hold dear.

But every evening slips its hand

Between the life I want and here.

Chorus

I’m looking for a girl to share

The quiet after all the noise,

A Sunday walk, a borrowed book,

A kitchen full of ordinary joys.

I work as if the world depends

On every hour I give away;

Still, somewhere, there’s a heart like mine