Jon Brooks & The Outskirts of Approval - Small

My name's Jamie, I'm a pretty good guy
Y'ask me how I'm doin' I'll tell you I'm doin' alright
I got a job but I don't like to go
I don't tell you nothin' you don't know
Oh, and I wanted to be an astronaut
I wanna do everything that I have not
And I wish I could see how small we really are

Yes, and I used to love her, I used to let her know
But I guess I let it slide a couple years ago
Now it feels like we're livin' in a ring
We fight about just about everything
Oh, and if I was an astronaut
Me and the problems that I got
I could see how small we really are

How small we are
How small and hardly at all we are
How small we are
How small and not really at all we are
And if I was an astronaut, me and the problems that I got
I could see how small we really are

How small we are
How small we are

We got a son in the middle and he just turned four
He's the only reason that we're not divorced
One night he asked, why a couch was a bed?
And so I sat him down and I said
I said, "Kid, if you were an astronaut you could see what I cannot"
'Cause you could see how small we really are

How small we are
How small and hardly at all we are
How small we are
How small and not really at all we are
And if I was an astronaut, me and the problems that I got
I could see how small we really are

Written by:
John David Brooks

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