Treasures for This Boy

The writing on the back of my hand ain't Nothing but a little ink The bottle underneath the counter ain't Nothing but a little drink The picture on my dash, it ain't Nothing really major And the bible I sleep next to ain't Nothing but a stack of paper To many folks it's just a few small things But don't nobody know just what they are to me I guess it's just what I've put behind 'em that Turns into treasures for this boy I guess it's the way I show my colors That turns it into something full of joy The way I wear my heart on my sleeve That makes these things just a little more for me The way she looks at me, it ain't Nothing but a good night The sign above the window there ain't Nothing but a neon light The guitar sitting in my lap ain't Nothing but a couple strings And the front door to my grandma's house ain't Nothing but a little screen Oh, I guess it's just what I've put behind 'em that Turns into treasures for this boy I guess it's the way I show my colors That turns it into something full of joy The way I wear my heart on my sleeve Oh it makes these things just a little more for me I guess it's just what I've put behind 'em that Turns into treasures for this boy I guess it's the way I show my colors That turns it into something full of joy The way I wear my heart on my sleeve The way it all don't mean too much, it seems That makes these things just a little more for me