More of That

I was talking with my father

We were wiping up some crumbs

Just an easy after dinner catching up conversation

Out of nowhere I thanked him

For reading to me when I was young

And the noise in my head

Grew quiet for a minute

And life was so sweet

And I was really in it

Oh I want more of that

Yeah I want more of that

I was walking down Canal Street

It was late in the day

And the sun was slipping sideways

Spilling golden through alleyways

I was so close to feeling what I think they call grace

And the noise in my head

Grew quiet for a minute

And life was so sweet

And I was really in it

Oh I want more of that

Yeah I want more of that

When I wised on up

And I told the truth

And I had the guts

To say "I love you"

Then the noise in my head

Grows quiet for a minute

And life is so sweet

And I am really in it

Oh I want more of that

Oh I want more of that

Yeah I want more of that

Yeah I want more of that