Lyric

Sun splits the crosswalk into thin bright bands

You walk with coffee, a small weather in your hands

The afternoon holds its breath between two lights

We move through pages of a city that reads us right

Light gathers at the corners we pass

Small gestures lay a map within the chest

A stillness that asks only that we keep on

It keeps us moving, nothing more to own

Let the tone open

Let the space breathe out

Step into the day

A window shows a face that looks familiar and new

Someone folds a paper and leaves room for you

Shadows line up with your feet and then dissolve

The clock does not ask, it only helps resolve

Light gathers at the corners we pass

Small gestures lay a map within the chest

A stillness that asks only that we keep on

It keeps us moving, nothing more to own

Hold the seam of sound

Let the shape expand

Walk the small path

A pause that is nearly silence folds the city in

We take a breath and place it where the light begins

Windows dim and a soft street keeps its pace

We fold the hour and leave without a trace