Empty Tables, Bright Tomorrows

Three long weeks of building in the shed Sticking on the labels,

getting out of bed at dawn He packed the old sedan,

drove down to the square Set up his wooden table,

put his hope out there But hours ticked by under the open

sky Not a single soul was stopping by

Sitting down behind the empty stall Feeling like he's standing ten inches

tall But instead of packing up and driving away He took a

breath and decided to stay (yeah) Oh

you gotta listen close to the crowd

When the silence is turning up loud It's not a wall,

it's a door Find out what they're looking for Turn the failure

around, feel the rhythm in the sound

(woo!) He talked to the people,

he asked what they need Not trying to push,

just planting a seed

He took it all home,

redesigned the display Simplified the message,

made it easy to say Four weeks later,

back on the street With a brand new smile and a brand

new beat

Oh you gotta listen close to the crowd

When the silence is turning up loud It's not a wall,

it's a door Find out what they're looking for Turn the failure

around, feel the rhythm in the sound

Now they're stopping to look,

now they're forming a line

Everything changes when you take the time

To hear what they say,

to bend and to grow That's the greatest secret that you'll ever

know

Oh you gotta listen close to the crowd

When the silence is turning up loud

It's not a wall,

it's a door Find out what they're looking for Turn the failure

around, feel the rhythm in the sound (yeah!) Looking at the table

that was empty before (hahaha) He laughs because he knows the score

Failure wasn't asking him to stand there and cry It was asking

him to listen, and try (yeah,

just listen)