All of the flowers in your grandma's garden are the same as you
They're singing you a song
And all of the hands that built the New York skyline are inside of you
And they're pushing you along
Towards a bright new day
All of the highways stretching toward the mountains
Of the great northwest
Are connected in some way to every sidewalk
That you ever walked down as a little child
In your midwestern state
In those brighter days
All of the memories that you've ever long forgotten are not lost
But tucked away somewhere
With every heartbeat and every spoken and unspoken
Late night prayer, whispered quietly
For a bright new day