church st.

Its been a year now, maybe longer
Since she felt the sun shine on her long hair

And she's still got salt in her old sneakers
Just to remind her that she used to have adventures

Now she's in an office sending correspondence
To the queens of Sheba in their L.A. apartments

And she hears her heart beat
Slow and synthetic
She wants that rush but she can't figure where to get it

And she thinks: "I'm getting older by the minute.
What's this life if I'm not brave enough to live it?"

So she made a promise right there on Church Street
To let the light in and stop living in the back seat

And in an instant something was different
Her eyes inhaled and woke to see what she'd been missing

And in a chorus
All around her
With hands to heaven and voices full of laughter

The world sang: "We're getting older by the minute.
What's this life if we're not brave enough to live it?"

Now she sees in color, now she moves like fire,
Now she hears in harmony
Now she sees in color, now she moves like fire,
Now she hears in harmony
Now she sees in color, now she moves like fire,
Now she hears in harmony
Now she sees in color, now she moves like fire,
Now she hears in harmony