

(mhhhh) Midnight static on the radio dial
Walking past the storefronts,
out here for a while
Thinking 'bout the canvas,
wondering if it's real Or just a dusty shadow of the way
I used to feel No rush to find the answers,
let the pavement slide
Just
a quiet passenger sitting on my
pride
Let the dust settle down on the frame
Every street we cross is calling my name (calling my name)
Underneath the dim light,
finding my space Running through the shadows at a peaceful pace (yeah)
Footsteps steady where the asphalt glows Dealing with the doubt is just
the way the river flows
Too many voices telling me to make a move But I'd rather
linger in this late-night groove Finding my composure in the empty streets
Listening to the rhythm where the silence meets
(just
let the dust settle...)