Im looking for ordinary things.
Im not waiting for the planets to align
Not for aurora borealis, nor the northern lights
Im looking forward to sunsets
Im looking forward to dawns
At the most, Im looking for a thunderstorm

Im not looking for perfection
Not for the exceptional
Not for the greatest
Im not looking for the world's 100 richest
Im looking for the next man
As damaged as I am
And needing someone

You might hate me when I finally find you
You realize, before you even came
Ordinary, I call you by your name
And you'll be surprised, I looked for you
You always thought you were special
Maybe, you still are
But you are my ordinary.

You are my ordinary
You will remind me how
The Divine speaks in simplest ways
How the beautiful breathes everywhere
You are not the aurora borealis
You are not once in a blue moon
You are my everyday
And you are beautiful.