Lyric

Warm breeze

Through the paper bags I’m holding

Storefront glass

Shows a face I barely know

Cars pass

Like they’re reading from an old scene

But the lines in my hands

Say it’s time to go

New day on a quiet street

Same shoes

But a lighter step

I don’t know who I’ll be

Just yet

Fresh paint on a rusted gate

Heart still healing from the weight

I’m walking out to meet

New beginnings

Moved slow

Past the mailbox with the chipped paint

Old house

With the ivy crawling high

Deep breath

Let the air rewrite the story

Let the last goodbye

Fade into the sky

New day on a quiet street

Same shoes

But a lighter step

I don’t know who I’ll be

Just yet

Fresh paint on a rusted gate

Heart still healing from the weight

I’m walking out to meet

New beginnings