Of little things i am unsure The hum of theigerator Shavings in the pencil sharpener A blur in the rearview mirror Footprints on the kitchen floor The creaking of the front porch door Clothesline playing tug-of-war And our scarecrows in the middle But I know where my heart lies I know that it's over-sized I know just how hard it tries To beat me when I play So I, I tend to give in anyway You wander past the gate one day And the sparrows scatter away People, they got nothing to say But they know you're gone They know you're gone But I know where my heart lies I know that it's over-sized I know just how hard it tries To beat me when I play I know all the telltale signs Yes, I'm familiar with every single butterfly And I tried, and I tried To keep up my disguise But my heart beats me Oh, my heart beats me Oh, my heart beats me My heart beats me My heart beats me Every time Oh, every time