Letra de Small Favors

She puts up with my coffee cup Ringing her dining room table She don't mind those friday nights When she has to drive 'cause i'm unstable. She goes to church while i oversleep I'm not sure what she sees in me. Chorus: Thank god for small favors The sunday paper and the taste of homemade wine Second chances and the healing hands of time And thank god love is blind. Somehow she knows i love her so Though i don't always show her She only sees the good in me But with me she has to look closer. Lord, i guess i owe you one She thinks i hung the moon and the sun. Chorus: Thank god for small favors The sunday paper and the taste of homemade wine Second chances and the healing hands of time And thank god love is blind...