Verse 1

Sun comes up on the harbor wall

Hear the gulls and the market call

You bring bread, I bring the tea

We make a little room to breathe

Pre-Chorus

When the road gets rough and the plans fall through

Keep one good thought and pass it to

Chorus

Easy now, let the good day roll

Steady hands and an open soul

Step by step, we can make it through

I’ve got a little more hope for you

Verse 2

Old Mr. Leon sweeps his stoop

Kids race past in a laughing loop

You wave hello to the woman next door