The screen is dark and silent, the cell phone's out of reach

Just the sound of the wind, rustling through the leaves on the beech

I’m sittin' on the back porch, with an old dog on my knees

Watchin' the last sunray, driftin' through the trees

Funny how we chase the big things...

When all the good stuff... is right here…

No grand thoughts, no big ideas, no purpose left to find

Just the feeling of the silence, quietin' my mind

I let the sun just warm me, let the cool air fill my soul

Every small and simple moment, makes me feel whole

This ain’t an escape…

It's comin' home…

So let the headlines scream their troubles, let the world spin on its own

This little piece of heaven, is the only peace I've ever known