Catch the Myth, through the mist
See the mystery, Catch the Drift?
City Days, of modern day melodies
Escaping the lips of this busy city
Recreating songs from lips of voices past
Trying to match truths with those who've passed
Streets ridden with soft rhythmic melodies
In the patter of consistent stranger's steps
In the chatter of passersby, Sounds I've kept
Spinning Round and Round, Resounds with Sounds
In the Tick and the Tock of Second Hand's rounds
Overwhelmed by the sounds of the streets I stroll
Beautiful, Heavenly, as the soft harmonies lift my soul
in the passing vehicles, muffled purrs of roaring engines
I step in to a small inn as April begins it's showers
Beginning the next master piece conducted by day
Ratatat.. or something repeats itself in the spray
Brings in the crackling embers of the burning fire
with soft whisperings, wishing the rain away, fueled with desire
Catch The Myth of a new perspective dawning refreshment
Through The Mist as the day seems to be spent
Catch the mystery, New Life dawns beautiful surroundings
Catch my drift? The beating heart of the city resounding
