Little boy waitin' for his momma for his first ride on a school bus
On a sidewalk in September, there's a song in that
Old man sittin' on a park bench, with his head down, and his eyes closed
With both hands on his bible, there's a song in that
Everywhere we turn there's a story, every scene a chapter in a book
Lord knows, we're always in a hurry, we don't take a second look
At that young girl in the airport checkin' her cell-phone
With a newborn baby on her arm, there's a song in that
Or that big house on the corner with the shades drawn
And a suitcase on a welcome mat, there's a song in that
Everywhere we turn there's a story, every scene a chapter in a book
Lord knows, we're always in a hurry, we don't take a second look
But there's a song in that
Everywhere we turn there's a story, every scene a chapter in a book
Lord knows, we're always in a hurry, we don't take a second look
At that little boy waitin' for his momma for his first ride on a school bus
On a sidewalk in September, there's a song in that