Lyric

The smell of rain on the dusty street

Same old sneakers on the worn concrete

The neon light of the corner store

Is shining brighter than the day before

I’m just a ghost in the morning haze

Walking through the loop of the ordinary days

The train is rattling through the station gate

Holding a bag with a heavy weight

The orange sky in the rearview glass

Watching the shadows of the seasons pass

It’s not a movie, it’s not a dream

Just the quiet flow of a steady stream

I see the magic in the cracks of the wall

Waiting for the echoes of a distant call

The world is turning in a tiny circle

Before the evening turns to purple!

Sing for the moments that we almost missed

In a world that’s waiting to be kissed

Every heartbeat is a sacred sound

Walking on this holy, dusty ground

Yeah, we’re finding beauty in the gray

At the end of another ordinary day!

The stars are hiding behind the clouds

Above the noise of the lonely crowds

I’ll make a promise to the night air

That I’ll keep on living, I’ll keep on being there

Sing for the moments that we almost missed

In a world that’s waiting to be kissed

Every heartbeat is a sacred sound

Walking on this holy, dusty ground

Yeah, we’re finding beauty in the gray

At the end of another ordinary day!