The city’s quiet,
It’s just the cold,
It’s just the wind that speaks,
And coated strangers and closed boutiques.
When the city’s quiet, I…
The bus is quiet,
It’s just the reading light,
It’s just that bumpy ride,
And foggy windows and the world outside.
When the bus is quiet…
I listen for you.
You are my noise.
The night is quiet,
It’s just the colored lights.
It’s just a breath on the lips,
And hurried feet and a fading eclipse.
When the night is quiet…
I listen for you.
Will you be there holding on? Hold me in when I find you.
Will you be there waiting up? Tuck me in when I find you.
Will you be there breaking down? Here I am when I find you.
Will you be there singing out? Life begins when I find you.
You are my noise.
When I am quiet,
I’m listening.
I’m seeking out your sound,
I’m searching sky and ground,
You’re somewhere singing out,
Just waiting to be found.
Well, I will find you, I will find you,
Come up right behind you,
I will find you.