[intro] just a little wind. just an open hand. [verse 1] it does not need a palace wall. it does not need a crown at all. just a window, just a breeze, just a morning through the trees. any hand can pull the string. any voice can let it sing. it is not locked, it is not owned. it is not kept for the golden throne. it is yours on a quiet street. it is yours where the rain and pavement meet. [pre-chorus] it is not bound by rule or date. it is not kept behind a gate. it is a choice, a simple thing. a thread that any heart can bring. [chorus] fly the jack on any day. let the red and white and blue sway. it belongs to the street, it belongs to the soul. it makes the quiet heart feel whole. you don't need a name, you don't need a reason. just a little wind and a little season. any hand can raise it, any eye can see. the flag is open, and the sky is free. [verse 2] the corner shop, the harbor light. the factory door, the tuesday night. it's not borrowed, not on loan. it's a seed that anyone has sown. for the hands that build and mend. for the start and for the end. hoist it high on a weekday dawn. long after the parade is gone. it's the baker's flag, the driver's too. it's the quiet ones who pull it through. [pre-chorus] it is not bound by rule or date. it is not kept behind a gate. it is a choice, a simple thing. a thread that any heart can bring. [chorus] fly the jack on any day. let the red and white and blue sway. it belongs to the street, it belongs to the soul. it makes the quiet heart feel whole. you don't need a name, you don't need a reason. just a little wind and a little season. any hand can raise it, any eye can see. the flag is open, and the sky is free. [outro] any hand can raise it. any eye can see. just a little wind. and the sky is free.
