[Instrumental] Morning slips through the blinds Coffee gone cold on the counter again Same old clock on the wall Still moving, still moving, no need to fight it at all People come, people go Some goodbyes are just the shape of a season What stays is the way you carry it Light in your hands, a little less heavy So let it pass, let it roll No use clutching at smoke If it left, it made room For another small, good thing to come through Take a breath, take the win Even if it’s just making it through today Things change, that’s what they do Don’t worry, be happy That’s enough to say
