Simple Things - Keri Noble

Some people love New York

Leave everything to be there

Their dreams get lost or found

Get left behind or go somewhere

Give me the simple things

A fire in the hearth

And space to spread my wings

See children playing in their yards

Some people love L. A

To be near all the movie stars

Sit in cafes all day

Discovered for the perfect part

Give me my piano lamp

A glass of wine for my friends

We’ll laugh the night away

And sing the same old songs again