One stop

SEPTEMBER SLEEVES
The stoplight blinks a lonely red above the empty square
The scent of pine and morning dew is hanging in the air
There ain't no rush to get to work
There ain't no trains to catch
Just the morning coffee brewing
And the garden in the patch
The lady in the velvet leans against the peeling fence
Finding that the quiet life is making real sense
The silver hair is catching on the early golden ray
As the sleepy town begins to wake
And start another day
SEPTEMBER SLEEVES
The bakery is opening
The smell of flour and heat
Drifts across the cobblestones and down the narrow street
We're strangers in this corner but they treat us like our own
The kind of simple kindness that has never really grown
The wanderer in satin sheds
A smile with the man
Who's worked this plot of land
As long as he can stand
It's a rhythm built on patience
It's a pace that's kind and slow
The most honest style and beautiful that we could ever know
One stop for the sunlight
One stop for the shade
We're grateful for the memories that these quiet moments made
No stages built for thousands
No roar of heavy sound
Just the humming of the earth
Upon this holy ground
The noise of the highway
Is a dream we left behind
In this place of slow motion and a peace of mind
One stop for the stillness
One stop for the soul
In the name of the music
And the rock and roll
To the time that we're wasting in the best way
Through the gold and the green of the day
Let the spirit roar
We found our home upon the valley floor
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