Lyrics:

Let him tell us stories
As we lie in the fields
And watch the birds soar above
Let him tell us of love and loss
How we'll live and how we'll die
'Cause they say he once was
Somebody with a black suit and good shoes
And a perfect smile that makes me wanna ask

Oh is it in the mad loves and the big fights
Or is it in the small change
And the passing of days
Oh is it in the getting up and the getting on
Oh is it in the mad loves
Oh is it in the mad loves
Oh is it in the mad loves and the big fights

Let him tell us stories
As we lie in the fields
And watch the clouds pass above
How paper burns and pictures fade
Only melody remains
And sure enough he laughs, as if he knows
Makes me want to ask

Is it in the mad loves and the big fights
Oh is it in the right words at the right time
Or was it in the giving up and the moving on
Oh is it in the mad loves
Oh is it in the mad loves
Oh is it in the mad loves
Oh is it in the little things we all want
We all want
We all want

Oh is it in the mad loves and the big fights
Oh is it in the small change
And the passing of days
Or is it in the getting up and the getting on
Oh is it in the mad loves
Oh is it in the mad loves
Oh is it in the mad loves
Oh is it in the mad loves
Oh is it in the mad loves and the big fights