Martha Tilston
"Simple"

I remember how simple simplicity used to be
Before I tried too hard and chased it away.
It would float in, flow through and out of me.
Complication, well I rue the day.

I'm going to get right, right to the heart of it.
I was bigger when I was nothing at all,
Just another pilgrim marching to the sunset,
And it didn't matter if I got there:
It's the journey of it all.

CHORUS
And it didn't matter if I got there
It didn't matter if I got there
It never matters if you get there
It's the journey of it all

Well I'm going to get back now, back to the heart of things.
I knew everything when nothing at all.
Just another pilgrim marching to the sunset,
And it didn't matter if I got there.
There's power in being small.

(CHORUS)