I looked up through the city lights Trying to find a piece of sky Every window held a different life Every face was asking why I heard a whisper underneath The engines and the rain Something ancient calling me Through the static in my brain And for a moment Everything stood still No more running No more looking down We are more than what we carry More than every scar we hide There is something moving through us Something bigger than our lives We are dust beneath the heavens We are fire in the night And when we finally stop pretending We can feel the light I have walked through empty places With a shadow at my side Built a thousand little walls Just to keep the world outside But the stars don’t ask permission And the rivers never stay Maybe freedom isn’t somewhere Maybe freedom is the way And for a moment I could hear my own heart beat Like a drum beneath the universe Calling me We are more than what we carry More than every scar we hide There is something moving through us Something bigger than our lives We are dust beneath the heavens We are fire in the night And when we finally stop pretending We can feel the light [Extended spiritual jazz-funk groove: Rhodes improvisation, melodic bass, vibraphone, congas and restrained brass; strings slowly rise underneath] Ahhh… Ahhh… Ahhh… What if the answer isn’t waiting Somewhere beyond the stars? What if everything we’re searching for Has been inside us all along? Inside us… Inside us… No throne No temple No distant voice Just breath Just blood Just one enormous choice We are more than what we carry More than every scar we hide There is something moving through us Something bigger than our lives We are dust beneath the heavens We are fire in the night And when we finally stop pretending We can feel the light Look up… We’re still here.
