[Verse 1] He rented a small white place On a cul-de-sac of chimneys Came out in gray at dawn With a coffee can and rosemary Mowed his yard in sandals By a row of plastic geese Then he bowed to the mailbox Like it held some kind of peace [Pre-Chorus] Five days a week, he blends in With the minivans and hedges But when the school bell rattles He’s already at the edges [Chorus] Living five to shrine (three, four, five to shrine) He’s holy by design (oh, living five to shrine) Beneath the porch light glow He lets the whole block know A little prayer can bloom In a split-level room [Verse 2] Mrs. Doyle from number eight Swore he never raised his voice But his garden had a silence That made everybody pause He traded in his laughter For a kettle and a song And the neighbors heard the chant When the sprinklers clicked on [Pre-Chorus] Five days a week, he blends in With the soccer moms and station wagons But Friday night he’s shining Like a flag in the dark, unraveling [Chorus] Living five to shrine (three, four, five to shrine) He’s holy by design (oh, living five to shrine) Beneath the porch light glow He lets the whole block know A little prayer can bloom In a split-level room [Bridge] He don’t need a mountain To find a higher place Just a wind chime on the patio And a steady, open face When the world gets too loud He turns it down to grace And every lawn chair on the block Starts feeling like a sacred space [Chorus] Living five to shrine (three, four, five to shrine) He’s holy by design (oh, living five to shrine) Beneath the porch light glow He lets the whole block know A little prayer can bloom In a split-level room [Outro] Living five to shrine (oh, living five to shrine) Amen in the morning And mercy at dinner time
