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(Clean guitar, soft organ, distant city ambience)
Sunday on the overpass
Shops are closing one by one
Buses carry evening colours
Underneath the fading sun
Someone leaves a café laughing
Someone waits beside the road
Paper cups and turning pages
Little scenes begin to slow
I watch the city moving gently
Every window tells a tale
For a while I have no reason
To be anywhere but here
I used to think each day should matter
In a way the world could see
Now I know the quiet moments
Have a beauty of their own
Sunday on the overpass
Watching all the headlights pass
Every street becomes a picture
Every minute moving fast
Sunday on the overpass
Maybe simple things can last
Maybe life can leave some room
For an ordinary afternoon
Let the evening take its time
Let the streetlights start to shine
Sunday on the overpass
Someone walks a little terrier
Past the corner grocery store
Two old friends are sharing stories
Like they've done a thousand times before
A plane moves slowly through the distance
Silver underneath the clouds
Someone waves from an apartment
Music drifts into the town
There are trains arriving somewhere
There are doors opening wide
There are people making dinner
There are bicycles outside
Maybe all the days between
The days we always celebrate
Are the ones that teach us gently
How to notice where we are
Sunday on the overpass
Watching all the headlights pass
Every street becomes a picture
Every minute moving fast
Sunday on the overpass
Maybe simple things can last
Maybe life can leave some room
For an ordinary afternoon
Let the evening take its time
Let the streetlights start to shine
Sunday on the overpass
(Chiming guitar motif, soft piano answer)
I thought by now I'd know the future
Have a house, a place, a plan
Something written down in perfect lines
Something easy to understand
But maybe every year is different
Maybe plans can change their shape
Maybe being here on Sunday
Is enough for me today
Cars below
Clouds above
Coffee cooling in my hands
For a minute
I can simply
Watch the city where I stand
Sunday on the overpass
Golden windows, passing cars
Every street becomes a memory
Every light becomes a star
Sunday on the overpass
I don't need to hurry past
There is something worth remembering
In an ordinary afternoon
Let the evening find its place
Let the city change its pace
Sunday on the overpass
No grand scene
No perfect plan
Just the road
The rain
The air
And a Sunday
Passing gently
While I'm standing there
The streetlights flicker on below
I finish up my coffee
And go
Sunday on the overpass
