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The wooden boards creak beneath my feet
I'm hiding out here from the summer heat
The porch light flickers like an old tired eye
Watching the midnight clouds roll by
I got a cup of tea getting cold in my hand
Looking out over this quiet stretch of land
The neighbor's dog finally went to sleep
The secrets of the night are mine to keep
Swinging back and forth in the evening breeze
Finding my comfort, finding my ease
The world can keep on turning at its crazy pace
But I found my heaven in this quiet place
Lord, I found my heaven in this quiet place
Tomorrow is a promise that I don't need right now
I'll handle the morning when it comes somehow
But for this very second, everything is still
And I'm letting the calmness do what it will
Swinging back and forth in the evening breeze
Finding my comfort, finding my ease
The world can keep on turning at its crazy pace
But I found my heaven in this quiet place
Lord, I found my heaven in this quiet place