Small Euphorias
Intro
Verse 1
Seven-thirty, coffee line,
she wrote my name and spelled it right,
didn't blink and didn't stumble,
and I carried that cup like a light.
Then the guy at the hardware counter
called me "ma'am" like it was plain,
and I sat out in the parking lot
just to feel it once again.
Chorus
Nobody threw a parade.
Nobody rang a bell.
The barista just got it right today,
and I'm doing pretty well.
Small euphorias,
little lights you carry home.
Nobody else would notice.
That's how you know they're your own.
Verse 2
My buddy sent a photo
of three hairs on his chin,
like a prospector with nuggets:
"Look what's coming in!"
And my friend found a dress that fit her,
first try, right off the rack.
She spun around the dressing room
and sent me twelve pictures back.
Chorus
Nobody threw a parade.
Nobody rang a bell.
He just texted me his chin hairs,
and we're all doing well.
Small euphorias,
little lights you carry home.
Nobody else would notice.
That's how you know they're your own.
Verse 3
First time in a waiting room
they called the name I chose,
I stood up like a queen
and I didn't care who knows.
And some Tuesday, out of nowhere,
the mirror didn't fight,
and I stood there with my toothbrush
grinning half the night.
Bridge
It isn't always like this.
Some days are long and gray.
So I'm saving every one of these
like coins in a jar,
and on the days you can't find any,
you can borrow from mine.
Final Chorus
Nobody threw a parade.
Nobody rang a bell.
But we're keeping every little thing
we earned so well.
Small euphorias,
little lights you carry home.
On the bad days, borrow mine.
You don't have to shine alone.
Outro
Spelled it right.
Called my name.
Little lights.
Every day.