Morning comes through the window
The whole street starts to move
I haven't planned the day yet
But I know what I'll do
I walk into the little place
I've passed a hundred times
Someone smiles behind the counter
I smile back and say hi
Steam is rising from the cup
Warm against my hands
For a minute at this table
Nothing makes demands
One sip
Then another
Funny how a little cup
Can make the morning better
People hurry past the window
Cars are waiting at the light
Someone's late and someone laughs
Someone's morning feels just right
I don't need a perfect table
I don't need a famous view
Give me somewhere I can sit
And a coffee fresh and new
Coffee in my hands
Sunlight on the floor
Maybe happiness is smaller
Than I thought before
Some days come with heavy lists
Things I have to get done
Calls to make and bills to pay
Places where I have to run
Still I steal ten quiet minutes
Before the clock takes over
Watch the little circles vanish
As I stir the coffee slower
One sip
Then another
Let the busy world go by
For a little longer
Someone opens up the door
Cold air follows them inside
I pull my cup a little closer
And enjoy the warmth awhile
I've chased bigger things before
Thought they'd make the whole day shine
Funny how this simple moment
Does the job just fine
Coffee in my hands
Sunlight on the floor
Maybe happiness was waiting
Somewhere small all along
Afternoon can change its weather
Plans can turn another way
But this morning gave me something
I can carry through the day
Not a prize
Not a fortune
Not a story people tell
Just a cup that tasted good
And ten minutes spent quite well
Tomorrow I'll be busy
Probably running late again
Maybe I'll forget this feeling
Till that smell comes back again
Then I'll find another table
Let the morning settle in
Hold the warmth between my fingers
Take a slow and easy sip
Coffee in my hands
Another day begins
Sometimes one small cup is plenty
For a little happiness
One sip
Then another
Sometimes one small cup is plenty
For a little happiness
