The tide went out and left the shells to dry
Suits and ties are walking with a box held high
The glass doors close on empty halls tonight
Their eyes are like the lights that lost their light

I drive the city streets, a different kind of race
In my rearview mirror, screens light up each face
A silent search for work, a faint and ghostly glow
These passengers I carry have nowhere left to go

We're picking up the pieces, finding our own sound
On this empty road, when all the hope runs out
A melody begins where everything went wrong
We're learning how to sing a broken world's new song

I park the car and hear a distant, lonely key
A shuttered music shop, a song called "Clair de Lune"
He says he won't reopen, but the piano mustn't die
Some lights you keep on burning just to light the sky

We're picking up the pieces, finding our own sound
On this empty road, when all the hope runs out
A melody begins where everything went wrong
We're learning how to sing a broken world's new song

We're picking up the pieces, finding our own sound
On this empty road, when all the hope runs out
A melody begins where everything went wrong
We're learning how to sing a broken world's new song

The engine cools, the final fare is done
That single note still playing for no one
A quiet promise in the dark, a fragile, steady spark
We play it for tomorrow, waiting for the dawn

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