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I shoulder through the weekday crowd, a pulse in the air,
Every face is a wall, every step is a prayer.
I'm not looking for answers, just a pocket of calm,
Somewhere I can stand without setting off alarms.
I feel a steady stride cut through the sway,
A rhythm that is quiet, a rhythm that will stay.
Then you pull me aside where the chaos ends,
And the street turns into a friend.
The crowd parts around us like a wave at sea,
You take my hand and walk away with me.
Somewhere in your steps, I find my ground,
The only shelter that I've ever found.
The crowd parts around us like a wave at sea,
You take my hand and walk away with me.
I don't need a map when I'm by your side,
The dock is in your arms, I need no tide.
I feel a steady stride cut through the sway,
A rhythm that is quiet, a rhythm that will stay.
Then you pull me aside where the chaos ends,
And the street turns into a friend.
The crowd parts around us like a wave at sea,
You take my hand and walk away with me.
Somewhere in your steps, I find my ground,
The only shelter that I've ever found.
The crowd parts around us like a wave at sea,
You take my hand and walk away with me.
I don't need a map when I'm by your side,
The dock is in your arms, I need no tide.
