Records from your room are in bloom
Fountaining out from the buildings
In bright colors onto the street
And I meet you there out in the air
I’m listening

Is there a word for these things
We’ve felt and we’ve seen?
In the blocks of town
The depths of belief
The kindness of strangers
In leaps and in ranges where I’ve never been
And you’ve never been before
A word becomes a door
Soon to come through

Rain could be the sigh we would breathe at this time
Umbrellas open now could be the arms we would reach
And I meet you there out in the air
You’re glistening

Is there a word for this time?
The changes we find
The music that blooms now out of your room
The kindness of strangers
In cities, in places where I’ve never been
And you’ve never been before?
A word becomes a door
Soon to come through