When it all comes true
Just the way you've planned
It's funny, but the bells don't ring
It's a quiet thing
When you hold the world
In your trembling hand
You'd think you'd hear a choir sing
It's a quiet thing
There are no exploding fireworks
Where's the roaring of the crowds?
Maybe it's the strange new atmosphere
Way up here among the clouds
But I don't hear the drums
And I don't hear the band
The sounds, I'm told, such moments bring
Happiness comes in on tiptoe
Well, whaddaya know?
It's a quiet thing
A very quiet thing
