church st.

Its been a year now, maybe longer Since she felt the sun shine on her long hair And she's still got salt in her old sneakers Just to remind her that she used to have adventures Now she's in an office sending correspondence To the queens of Sheba in their L.A. apartments And she hears her heart beat Slow and synthetic She wants that rush but she can't figure where to get it And she thinks: "I'm getting older by the minute. What's this life if I'm not brave enough to live it?" So she made a promise right there on Church Street To let the light in and stop living in the back seat And in an instant something was different Her eyes inhaled and woke to see what she'd been missing And in a chorus All around her With hands to heaven and voices full of laughter The world sang: "We're getting older by the minute. What's this life if we're not brave enough to live it?" Now she sees in color, now she moves like fire, Now she hears in harmony Now she sees in color, now she moves like fire, Now she hears in harmony Now she sees in color, now she moves like fire, Now she hears in harmony Now she sees in color, now she moves like fire, Now she hears in harmony