Track 2 of the album The Lighthouse Years · 2017
Eight Forty-Five and Moving
“Eight forty-five is the hour the whole city becomes an orchestra. I wrote it in a station cafe with a coffee going cold.”
cinematic pop · orchestral pop · brass · 3:41
Lyrics
Doors slide open on the platform line Coffee steam and umbrellas in a row Everybody's heading somewhere on time Shoulders touching, nowhere much to go Newspaper folded to a narrow square Headphones humming and a sleepy stare A stranger's elbow, a quiet nod We are a river and the river's broad Hold the rail and feel the rhythm start Thousand footsteps beating like one heart It's eight forty-five and moving The whole city's in motion, in tune Every face a small story Every street a bright opening room We are carried, we are carrying Down the stairs and into the day Eight forty-five and moving Let the morning sweep us on our way A busker's cello hums beneath the stairs A baker's van unloads its warm sweet air Someone's running, someone's holding the door Kindness passes through us, more and more And if you lose your footing in the crowd The crowd will lift you up and hold you proud No one walks alone in all this sound Every step is on common ground It's eight forty-five and moving The whole city's in motion, in tune Every face a small story Every street a bright opening room We are carried, we are carrying Down the stairs and into the day Eight forty-five and moving Let the morning sweep us on our way Eight forty-five and moving On our way