Has the future come   To make a liar out of me?   Every day I wake   And I'm further out to sea      High above the driving nails   Swirl the gardens of relief   A broken smile, a little grace   For no longer how brief      The little things, the little things mean everything   The little things, the little things mean everything      Now I'm off to work   On the train I only stare   There's a sleepy drum   And there's corruption in the air      Only souls have been lost   Desperate is as desperate does   A little push, a little shove   A little talk I give myself      The little things, the little things mean everything   The little things, the little things mean everything   The little things, the little things mean everything