Sunlight in My Pocket

Morning slips through the curtains like a grin;

Coffee on the counter, let the day begin;

I tie my shoes to the rhythm of the street;

Tiny little thunder in my tapping feet;

I can feel the breeze turn the corner now;

Every little corridor's awake somehow;

I take one breath and the sky leans in;

Like it knows exactly where I've been;

I've got sunlight in my pocket and

I keep it close;

A little spark in my step when the cool wind blows;

If the world gets loud,

I just press it back;

Follow that bright little beat on the turning track;

I've got sunlight in my pocket and it sounds like hope;

Window reflections on the passing train;

Every face a postcard in a little rain;

I laugh at the clouds trying hard to stay;

But the blue keeps peeking through anyway;

I can feel the breeze trying to corner now;

Every little worry losing weight somehow;

I take one breath and the sky leads in;

I can't know exactly where I've been;

I've got sunlight in my pocket and

I keep it;

Place a little spark in my step;

When the cool wind blows;

Till the world gets loud;

I just whistle back;

Follow that bright little beat;

I listen and try;

Now I've got sunlight in my pocket;

And it sounds like;

Oh, maybe I was made for the in-between;

For I have some hooks in the ink;

For the prickly to run where the joy spills out;

For the brave small voice that begets to doubt;

And if

I fall, I'll fall into the light;

I've got sunlight in my pocket and

I keep it close;

A little spark in my step when the cool wind blowed;

If the world gets loud,

I just hustle back;

Follow that vibe a little bit,

I'm a turning track;

I got sunlight in my pocket and it sounds like;

Oh, a light in my pocket, warm and small;

Keeping me steady through it all;

Ooh, I whistle and go, oh;

Ooh, I whistle and go;

Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-oh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh;