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