The song I love the bestÂ's the one my father taught to me,
The kindness of a stranger is dust from an unseen wing,
But an old friend at my table is by far the finest thing
This tired mile could give to me.
The colors of the man I love are deepest blue and green,
And it isnÂ't very often that I say just what I mean,
Cause the feeling seems to scatter and these words fall in between.
For what I miss IÂ'll just tell you this,

ItÂ's something to me.
ItÂ's something to me.
I donÂ't know what it comes to and itÂ's not so much to see,
But you take tomorrow so long as you know
ItÂ's something to me,
ItÂ's something to me.

Well, the city comes to greet me with her secrets all lit up,
Beauty is letting your guard down all the way in hands you trust,
But thereÂ's a time you hold your head up, say it doesnÂ't hurt so much,
Keep all your tears where no one can see.
Gentle is the road within me and itÂ's gently I depart,
Cause these well-worn threads of daylight will sometimes come apart,
Giving way to all the shadows where no one can hear your heart,
So down in the dark, if thatÂ's where you are,

ItÂ's something to me.

Now the tender hands of morning have given up a new sunrise,
And we all get up together in our ordinary lives,
Going one step for another giving up has crossed my mind,
But IÂ'll take a long day, come round the right way.

ItÂ's something to me.