[Intro: A snapping rhythm, clean guitar chords with a light vibrato, horns swell in] [Verse 1] The streetlamps flicker on the corner of 5th In the indigo wash of the rain The city is humming a soft-spoken myth Of the pleasure that’s hidden in pain I’m leaning my back on a red-brick wall Watching the taxis slide by There’s a comfort in feeling so quiet and small Beneath such a heavy-set sky [Chorus] Oh, it’s the mid-city sway The rhythm of the workin’ day Turning to a velvet blue Just a little bit of me and you Holding on to the golden hour When the concrete starts to flower Moving in a gentle way Caught up in the mid-city sway [Verse 2] There’s a girl in the window of the corner cafe Fixing her hair in the glass She’s got a look that belongs in a play Watching the centuries pass And I’m just a witness to the elegant motion The way that the evening unfolds Like a slow-moving wave on a lavender ocean Telling the stories untold [Chorus] Oh, it’s the mid-city sway The rhythm of the workin’ day Turning to a velvet blue Just a little bit of me and you Holding on to the golden hour When the concrete starts to flower Moving in a gentle way Caught up in the mid-city sway [Bridge: Flute melody weaves through a brass crescendo] We don't need the bright lights of the palace We don't need the diamonds or the gold Just a little bit of kindness in the chalice To keep us from the winter and the cold [Guitar Solo: Melodic, soulful, echoing the vocal line] [Chorus] Oh, it’s the mid-city sway The rhythm of the workin’ day Turning to a velvet blue Just a little bit of me and you Holding on to the golden hour When the concrete starts to flower Moving in a gentle way Caught up in the mid-city sway [Outro: Horns fade out with a final, soulful chord] (Swaying... just swaying...) In the heart of the town. (Midnight blue...) Keep on moving. [End]
