While looking at my feet, at a crack in the sidewalk
An old tin can by the side of the road
I nearly missed a rainbow
I nearly missed a sunset
I nearly missed a shooting star going by
While studying a brand new hole in my sneaker
Finding a quarter and an old bus token
I nearly missed a rainbow
I nearly missed a sunset
I nearly missed a shooting star going by.
Looking down at the ground means you
Know where you're going
No head-up-in-the-clouds to lead you astray
But you can't ever have any kind of dream
That way
While looking at my feet, at a crack in the sidewalk
An old tin can by the side of the road
I nearly missed that rainbow
Don't want to miss that sunset
I wouldn't miss that shooting start going by
Passing me by
Going right by
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