familiar flicker

The laundromat is breathing blue,

The last bus pulls away.

You leave a coffee by the door

For someone working late.

Somebody left a light on,

Somebody saved a chair.

We make a little morning By showing up somewhere.

A window opens down the street,

A laugh escapes the rain.

You hold the lift for muddy shoes,

You never catch their name.

No grand parade, no silver sign,

Just your small kindness meeting mine.

Somebody left a light on,

Somebody saved a chair.

We make a little morning By showing up somewhere.

If all you have is one small light,

Leave it on tonight.