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MORNING PEOPLE
MORNING PEOPLE — LYRICS
The baker turns the lights on Before the sun arrives The nurse is driving home now After keeping someone alive The farmer checks the weather The teacher finds her keys The world begins in pieces With ordinary things A father packs a lunchbox A mother folds a shirt A stranger waves a stranger through On roads that still can hurt The headlines keep on shouting The forecasts still complain But somewhere someone plants a seed And trusts the coming rain No one hears a trumpet No angels fill the sky Most mornings start so quietly You almost miss them passing by We are the morning people Carrying yesterday's scars Building tomorrow with tired hands Beneath the fading stars We are the morning people Not because we know the way But because we keep on walking And the world begins again The mechanic lifts the hood up The artist paints a wall The waitress pours another cup The children race the hall The music from an open door Escapes into the street A thousand tiny acts of faith Move softly underneath Nobody writes a history Of all the love exchanged The neighbor checking on a friend The life a smile can change The future isn't waiting Beyond some distant hill It's hidden in the things we do And in the things we build No one hears a trumpet No angels fill the sky Most mornings start so quietly You almost miss them passing by We are the morning people Carrying yesterday's scars Building tomorrow with tired hands Beneath the fading stars We are the morning people Not because we know the way But because we keep on walking And the world begins again Maybe the world was never broken Maybe it was always becoming Maybe the cracks we feared so much Were places life was running Maybe hope is not a feeling Maybe hope is what we do When we rise and meet each other And carry something through We are the morning people Holding up a fragile light Passing it from hand to hand Across the longest night We are the morning people Not because we've solved the pain But because we choose each morning To begin the world again The baker turns the lights on Before the sun arrives The nurse is driving home now After keeping someone alive And somewhere in the growing dawn A child opens their eyes The morning people keep on moving And the future comes alive.