

Dust on the boots and the engine's warm
Watching the ridge line wait for a storm
I count the miles that are left behind
Looking for peace that's getting hard to find
Time is a river
that won't turn around
Feet in the dirt on this unsettled ground (ooh-ooh)
Here today,
standing in the morning sun
Counting the blessing
before the day
is done
Here today, might never see tomorrow come
So hold on tight
to the simple things we won
Old wooden porch
with the paint peeling thin
Listening close to the evening wind
I gave away grudges
I carried for years
Leaving the porch
light on through the tears
No promise of dawn
when the twilight goes gray
Just this breath
and the words that I say
Here today,
standing in the morning sun
Counting the blessing
before the day
is done
Here today, might never see tomorrow come
So hold on tight
to the simple things we won (yeah,
hold on tight)
Here today...
Just take it in while you can