Stoop Steps at Golden Hour

Lyrics

Sun going low on the brownstone stairs
Neighbors pull up with their folding chairs
Auntie on the third floor calling down a joke
Old man below him with a cigar-free smoke
Kids with the chalk making rivers on the ground
Every single block has a heartbeat sound
I sit on the stoop where my story began
Same cracked step, still my biggest fan

Golden hour on the stoop, everybody knows my name
Same old steps but the view never the same
Golden hour on the stoop, let the whole day slow
Everything I need is on this row

Mrs. Greene knows my grades from the ninth
She says I'm doing fine and I'm doing fine
Someone's got a speaker playing something old
Somebody's got a pot and the smell is gold
I wrote my first bars on the second step down
Notebook on my knee, the loudest in the town
Now I come back with a few more miles
Still get the same hello and the same warm smile

Golden hour on the stoop, everybody knows my name
Same old steps but the view never the same
Golden hour on the stoop, let the whole day slow
Everything I need is on this row

Streetlights flicker and the sky goes rose
Window lights open, one by one, in rows
You can chase the skyline, you can chase the crown
But the best seat in the world is just sitting down
Tell the young ones coming up the street
Roots and a rhythm make a life complete
I'll be here at golden hour when the day lets go
Thanking every step for the way I grow

Step by step, hand to hand
Home is the place where you understand
Light on the brick, light on my face
Nowhere else I'd rather be in the space

Golden hour on the stoop, everybody knows my name
Same old steps but the view never the same
Golden hour on the stoop, let the whole day slow
Everything I need is on this row

Golden hour, golden hour
Home on the stoop, that's the power