[INTRO] ...I forgot what this felt like... ...I remember now... [VERSE 1 — conversational, warm, specific details] I woke up to the sound of rain on Tuesday And I actually heard it Didn't sleep through anything this time The coffee tasted like the kind my mother Used to make on Sunday And I sat there in the quiet Like a man who found a dime In the pocket of a jacket He forgot he ever owned And realized everything he'd been looking for Was somewhere in his home The whole time I called my brother just to say I loved him Didn't need a reason He said man your voice sounds different I said yeah It's the season Of everything I traded For the fog coming back to me Turns out the world was always this beautiful I just forgot to see [PRE-CHORUS] And I know I lost some years To something I don't miss But I don't spend my mornings Mourning what I used to be I spend them like this Breathing [CHORUS — anthemic, singalong, Train signature] I can see the mountains now I can feel the ground I can hear the music playing In the spaces in between the sound I am not the storm I was I am not the rain I am something closer to the sun Coming out again And the world is so much louder Now that I am clear And I swear I never noticed How beautiful it is out here Clear Just clear Clear [VERSE 2 — deeper, more honest, the cost acknowledged] There were mornings I don't talk about Not because of shame But because the person stumbling through them Doesn't share my name Anymore He was doing what he thought Would keep the darkness back Turns out the thing he was pouring Was the thing that kept it black I found a letter that I wrote To someone that I hurt And I sat down and I wrote another one That wasn't full of dirt And excuses and the version of myself I used to sell Just the truth And an apology And wishing them well [PRE-CHORUS] And I know I lost some years To something I don't miss But I don't spend my mornings Mourning what I used to be I spend them like this Breathing [CHORUS] I can see the mountains now I can feel the ground I can hear the music playing In the spaces in between the sound I am not the storm I was I am not the rain I am something closer to the sun Coming out again And the world is so much louder Now that I am clear And I swear I never noticed How beautiful it is out here Clear Just clear Clear [BRIDGE — the reframe, most honest moment] I used to think that sober Was the smaller life The one without the color Or the edge of the knife That made everything feel Vivid and alive (pause) Turns out I had it Perfectly Backwards (full band re-enters slowly) The color was always here I just needed To open my eyes Wide enough To let it in And now I can't stop Looking at the sky *[FINAL CHORUS — biggest version] I can see the mountains now... I can feel the ground... I can hear the music playing In the spaces in between the sound I am not the storm I was I am not the rain I am something closer to the sun Coming out again And the world is so much louder Now that I am clear And I swear I never noticed How beautiful It is Out here Clear [OUTRO] Clear... Clear... Yeah.
