It's the little things, like the games we play
On the kitchen floor or the way you say my name
It's the lemonade that you bring to me
When I'm still in bed dreaming
I'm no king, I'm no hero
I'm just trying to be near you
If I could fly, if I had more
I'd still be knocking at our door
Knocking at our door
It's the memories, like the ones we made
In Calexico, on the side of the road
It's the times we shared when we really cared
Under the sun, under the sun
I'm no king, I'm no hero
I'm just trying to be near you
If I could fly, if I had more
I'd still be knocking at our door
Knocking at our door
I'm no king, I'm no hero
I'm just trying to be near you
If I could fly, if I had more
I'd still be knocking at our door
Knocking at our door
