BRIGHT SIDE RUNNING Sun high, faces open, everybody laughing at a joke nobody's quoting, quick little moments, nothing overdone, whole afternoon feeling like the day just begun. Bright side running, nothing weighing down, smiles keep turning up every time we come around. Bright side running, let the good times breathe, something about today makes it easy to believe. Quick with it, slick with it, thoughts come thick and the sentences flip, little bit witty, little bit unpredictable, everybody adding till the whole thing's critical. Fast little fragments, rapidly stacking, switching direction before anyone's tracking, one thought, two thoughts, three more collide, laughing so hard that we lose the divide. Sharp little comments, immediate answers, different perspectives becoming advantages, nothing rehearsed and nothing contrived, just a bunch of people keeping it lively. No need to label every minute, no need to ask who's winning it, everybody brings their own little spark, and somehow the whole thing hits the mark. Bright side running, nothing weighing down, smiles keep turning up every time we come around. Bright side running, let the good times breathe, something about today makes it easy to believe. Rapid reaction, instant connection, half a sentence changes direction, quick observation, clever translation, three little twists in the conversation. Ideas ricochet, then accelerate, one says “wait,” then another says “great,” different opinions but nobody's tense, laughing at the things that don't make sense. Words pile high, then suddenly stop, one tiny grin and the whole thing pops, back to the laughter, back to the flow, nobody cares where the next thought goes. Bright side running, nothing weighing down, smiles keep turning up every time we come around. Bright side running, let the good times breathe, something about today makes it easy to believe. Sun going softer, faces still bright, nothing complicated, just a damn good night.
