Lyric

Twenty minutes after picking up the trash

Three little blessings came my way, just like that

Didn’t think the world would even notice me

But kindness has a way of planting quiet seeds

Maybe it’s the sunlight breaking through the clouds

Or the silver moon when the night comes around

I don’t know if God is keeping every score

But I’m sure the wind, the sun, the moon, and you for sure

They’re watching every little good thing that I do

Like they’re saying, “We see you”

A stranger’s smile, and a door held wide

A songbird’s voice in the morning light

It’s funny how the smallest acts can come back home

Like echoes that remind you you’re not alone

Maybe it’s the sunlight breaking through the clouds

Or the silver moon when the night comes around

I don’t know if God is keeping every score

But I’m sure the wind, the sun, the moon, and you for sure

They’re watching every little good thing that I do

Like they’re saying, “We see you”

Oh, maybe love’s not loud, it’s quiet and true

It moves like waves and circles back to you

Every hand you help, every gentle word

Leaves a trace in the world, even if it’s unheard

I don’t know if God is keeping every score

But I’m sure the wind, the sun, the moon, and you for sure

They’re watching every little good thing that I do

Like they’re saying, “We see you”

Like they’re saying, “We see you”