Lying in an alley after the deed is done, a car pulls up and loads me in

Somebody talking—somebody praying, I’m bleeding and I’m fading

Wake up in an ER bed, people talking out of their heads

I don’t know if I’m alive or dead, I just don’t know

The nurse says, “ you barely got through it, wake up girl—wake up to it

It’s a little thing, go on and do it, the little things that you gotta do

The little things that let you show your face, and help you live your life in grace….

It’s The little things that get you through."

The reverend comes to my bedside, singing about sin and family pride

“It’s all wrong and it ain’t your kind," shadow moss and tangled vines

The nurse says, “ you barely got through it, wake up girl—wake up to it

It’s the little things that make the difference, the little things that you gotta do…

The little things that let you show your face, and help you live your life in grace

It’s the little things that get you through, it’s the little things that get you through! “