Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse] Steam off the ceramic rim Shadows on the concrete dim I left the podium behind To find a different piece of mind The flyers taped to rusted steel Are more than what the voters feel I watch the winter start to fold Inside stories never told No cameras at the corner store Just a hand upon the door [Chorus] They talk about a grand design But never walk the picket line We’re building bridges on the stoop While stirring up the communal soup It’s a quiet kind of grace In this tiny, local space Moving steady, moving slow Watching all the goodness grow [Verse] Metro cards and silver hair Teaching patience in the air The youth explains the transit screen A digital world she’s never seen They tap the glass and wait Behind the iron subway gate There’s a lesson in the lead Meeting every neighbor’s need No slogans on a glossy page Just the wisdom of the age [Hook] It’s the pulse beneath the street Where the old and future meet Holding on to what is real Turning every rusted wheel [Verse] Static on the record groove Watching how the neighbors move No medals for the tea we pour Or the groceries on the floor It’s the texture of the grain Walking through the city rain Planting every single seed With a silent, holy creed [Bridge] It’s the quiet work that stays Through the city’s frantic maze Not the banner or the sign But the life we intertwine Intergenerational care Is the only answer there [Chorus] They talk about a grand design But never walk the picket line We’re building bridges on the stoop While stirring up the communal soup It’s a quiet kind of grace In this tiny, local space Moving steady, moving slow Watching all the goodness grow [Outro]
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