Intro

Yeah, turn the page, let the good day in

One small step and the whole thing swings

Verse 1

I had a pocket full of bus fare, rain on my sleeve

Grandma said, “Plant something if you want it to breathe”

So I put two seeds in a chipped blue cup

Kept the blinds wide open, watched the green come up

Now the whole block knows when the window blooms

Miss June brings cuttings, Ray brings news

We trade little favors like records and bread

Make a bright kind of living from the days we were dealt

Chorus

Keep your chin up, keep your hands in play

There’s a good new turn in an ordinary day

Pass that hope around, let it travel the room

We can make more sky with a little more room