Crack

It's a warm and sunny afternoon in July
I look out of the bus's dirty window
Cars and highway
Busy monday
The man in the next seat smells of sweat
There's not much to do
I'll lean back and try to enjoy it

But wait a minute
Suddenly the bus is slowing down
I try to see why but the traffic ahead
Has stopped and formed into a line

There's a flower in a crack of the asphalt
And the cars drive around it to let it grow
It seems strange to me but somehow familiar
I had seen it in you...

It's a warm and starlit summernight in July
I look out through the diner's dirty window
Empty streets
And late night fees
Order coffee that tastes like sour tea
There's not much to do, my seat's plastic
And I think I'm stuck

A ragged woman with no shoes
Limps through the diner's door
She reaches for the lightswitch as fast as she can
The place goes black and I wonder what for

There's a swarm of fireflies coming closer
And they light up everything that was ever dark
It is beautiful and strange but familiar
I had seen it in you...