Minor Miracles - EDJ, Eric D. Johnson

You’re drinkin' like a veteran drunk even though you’re not one

High noon on a day, soon to be wasted away

A little light through the curtains

You’ll be dreamy and stoned till you’re deep, in your head

Upstairs the neighbors making babies right above your head

You’re havin' hot dogs and beans for your birthday

Gonna put another fancy mock-up on the wall

And it’s hardly a miraculous day but it’s striking to think, you think

How it’s a minor miracle you were even born at all, not at all

Cuz every bum you’ve ever seen is some mama’s baby, some papa’s son

Strange to know that every soul you ever seen came outta some one once

Though you don’t think about much

Cuz every loveless loser, had to climb up here into this world

Everyone you’ve ever known is made of some kinda weird mojo

Every bum you’ve ever seen is some mama’s baby, some papa’s son

Strange to know that every soul you ever seen came outta some one once

Everyone you’ve ever known is made of some kinda weird mojo

Everyone you’ve ever known is made of some kinda weird mojo

Everyone you’ve ever known is made of some kinda weird mojo