Hopefully

When the water hits the kettle, and the stove heats up the metal

And the water starts to whistlin’ for the tea

That’s just me singin’ to you, a tune I’m tryin’ to brew

To find a little room within your dreams, oh, hopefully

When the butter’s on the biscuit, like Grandma used to fix it

And it leaves ya feelin’ warm and whole and good

That’s just us gettin’ into lovin’, with a little one in the oven

And a whole new set of somethin’ in our dreams, oh, hopefully

Oh, hopefully

Imagine if the sound of a snowfall driftin’ down

Fit peaceful in a song just for you

And me and our little girl, in a big ole magic world

Wild and unfurled before our feet, oh, hopefully

Let’s cut us out a path, but leave the signs to point us back

Should we ever lose the people with the dream

Cause when I’m just another writer, turning wine back into water

Steadied by my age and family

I’ll worry if the stuff I pen to paper has enough

Edge to keep me honest when I sing, oh,hopefully

Hopefully

Oh, hopefully

Hopefully

Oh,hopefully