The world rolls by on a smeared freeway glass
Everyone's racing for things that won't last
But I catch you paused by that old backyard swing
Smiling at the stillness that moment brings
You catch the tones that daylight tends to lose
Moving to rhythms that you alone choose

And for a while, the whole world fades
Just your voice and the calm it conveys

Let them chase all those overlit downtown dreams
Fast lanes, bright signs, superficial scenes
You’ve got a spirit like a Sunday sky, soft and true
A quiet magic in the way you move through
In this commuter blur, noise never-ending
You're my soft escape, my steady landing

Your chipped old mug still warms your hand
You name the birds that visit when you stand
You’d rather rewatch that slow film we love
Than scroll through wars dressed up in gloves
You find the beauty where others might frown
You mute the chaos just by being around

And again, the static backs away
I breathe deeper just watching your way

Let them chase all those overlit downtown dreams
Fast lanes, bright signs, superficial scenes
You’ve got a spirit like a Sunday sky, soft and true
A quiet magic in the way you move through
In this commuter blur, noise never-ending
You're my soft escape, my steady landing

It’s not a gesture in some crowded place
It’s the hush that lingers between what we say
It’s in your presence - so slow and whole
That everyday kind of ease that steadies the soul

Let them chase all those overlit downtown dreams
I’ve got what matters, here in your quieter scenes
You’ve got that spirit like a Sunday sky, soft and true
This timeless magic in the way you move through
In this commuter blur, noise never-ending
You're my quiet view, my steady landing

(Ooh-ooh-ooh)
My steady landing
(Ooh-ooh-ooh)
That golden hour feeling
Yeah, with you