Inner City Glow

Under the streetlights we find our way

Searching for truth in the words we say (yeah,

yeah) We walk through the cold but we feel the heat

Finding the rhythm in a broken beat Lately I've been staring at

the ceiling late at night

Trying to separate the wrong moves from the right

(mmmmm) They say the path is gold but it feels like gray

Just another heavy debt that we gotta pay

But I keep the notebook open and the ink flowing free

We chase after ghosts in the middle of July

Looking for an answer but we never ask why

(why, why?) Every single step is a lesson in disguise

Underneath the surface where the heavy water lies

Under the streetlights we find our way

Searching for truth in the words we say (yeah,

yeah) We walk through the cold but we feel the heat

Finding the rhythm in a broken beat

Finding the rhythm...

Just finding our way (hmmmmm)