(verse 1) Sunday mornin’, rain come fallin’ down CJ sighin’ at the puddles on the ground “Why we gotta ride this old bus through the gray?” Nana smiled and said, “Child, look a different way” See the man there playin’ rhythm on the strings Hear the city choir and the song the engine sings Every soul aboard got somewhere they must be And every broken window got a little light to see (Chorus) People rollin’ down Market Street Carryin’ burdens, carryin’ dreams You don’t need riches to feel complete Love rides beside you on Market Street (Verse 2) Old man hummin’ with his work boots worn Lady with the flowers since early morn’ Wheelchair rider laughin’ at the thunder in the sky Nana said, “Baby, everybody’s learnin’ how to fly” Bus keeps groovin’ through the city rain Through the hurt and through the joy and through the pain CJ watched the world through foggy window glass Learnin’ every stranger got a story passin’ past (Chorus) People rollin’ down Market Street Carryin’ burdens, carryin’ dreams You don’t need silver, you don’t need gold Just somebody warm when the world feels cold (Verse 3) Then the bus pulled up at the final stop Near the place where the tired hearts drop Soup bowls steamin’ underneath neon light Hands came together in the middle of the night CJ saw what Nana always knew The world gets brighter when somebody cares for you And the city kept singin’ soft and low Like a gospel river rollin’ slow (Final Chorus) People gather down Market Street Every heartbeat keeps the rhythm sweet You don’t need a ticket, just faith to ride Hope and mercy sittin’ side by side People get ready, don’t turn away There’s beauty livin’ in the everyday Rain keeps fallin’ but the soul stays warm On that Sunday ride through the storm
