Rain pouring down through my coat, Barely saving me from the cold’s choke. Dreams flicker faint beneath neon skies, Riding through storms with tired eyes. Bills pile up like mountains steep, Dreams in corners, buried deep. Child breathes soft, light in the night, Hold me tight when I lose my fight. Warm paths beneath my wheels softly glow, Self-healing surfaces keep me steady in wet flow. City rushes blind, businesses die fast, Leaves whisper stories from a distant past. Roots and wings sing an ancient song, In the storm’s pulse, suddenly I grow strong. My breath deepens, my heart opens wide, All the roots and wings are by my side. [chorus] The ride, breath, leaf, and light A fragile hope blooming through the night [chorus] [chorus] The ride, breath, leaf, and light A fragile hope blooming through the night [chorus] [chorus] The ride, breath, leaf, and light A fragile hope blooming through the night [chorus] [outro]
