I can meet the Lord on the floor of an empty airport
I can hear His voice over coffee in the dawn sometimes
Could try to talk a way around it
But I think I’d rather sing about it

I can meet the Lord on the floor of an empty airport
I can hear His voice through the noise running through my mind
Could try to talk a way around it
But I think I’d rather sing about it
(So sing it like)

Oh, I could find You in this soil
I can meet You in the mundane
Everyday, or the falling of the rain
I can meet the Lord on the floor of an empty airport

I can hear His voice in the cuttings of a conversation
I can see His hands in the shaping of a congregation
Don’t need a burning bush, don’t need a blinding light
'Cause it’s never gonna feel like the stars align
I wish they would, but faith is more than coulds
And so I sing it louder than I should

Oh, I could find You in this soil
I can meet You in the mundanе
Everyday, or the falling of the rain
I can meet thе Lord on the floor of an empty airport

Oh, I could find You in this soil
I can meet You in the mundane
Everyday, or the falling of the rain
I can meet the Lord on the floor of an empty airport