Text: Tift Merritt. Tambourine. Plainest Thing.

I found a mark
Where the ink bled through
Under a song
I was writing for you
Crumpled up in a drawer
Stained with blue
Quiet and easy
What I wanted to prove

The plainest thing
The plainest thing
I walk right by it
It's just the plainest thing

The sun hits the floor
Same as the shadows will
So I sat in the light
I stayed very still
Heat on my skin
Bright on my face
I didn't have any questions
I didn't feel out of place

The plainest thing
The plainest thing
I forgot about it
It's just the plainest thing

I don't know how it works
I don't know how to say
I was thinking bout us
It's just the plainest thing