Streetlight Sermon 3

Verse 1

Empty cans and broken glass

Corner store still holding on

Same three windows, same nine years

Same tired anthem every dawn

Every Sunday I'd be walking home alone

Radio static through a paper cup

Streetlight stuttering where the block goes quiet

Nobody's leaving till the morning comes up

Pre-Chorus

Then one night a speaker kicked in deep

Bass like thunder under my feet

Suddenly the whole block was swaying

Nobody's going back to sleep tonight

Chorus

Streetlight sermon, low and slow

Hands to the ceiling, we don't know what we're saying

Skin on the pavement, breath like smoke

Whole neighborhood is turning into hope

Verse 2

Old woman waving from her window high

Kids spinning circles 'til they lose their shoes

Fire hydrant painted in a color nobody owns

Every corner lit up just like it used to do

The pastor's words were always soft and slow

Now the rhythm swallows what we know

Speakers ripping the night right open

This ain't church but I feel it, I feel it breaking through

Pre-Chorus

Then one night a speaker kicked in deep

Bass like thunder under my feet

Suddenly the whole block was swaying

Nobody's going back to sleep tonight

Chorus

Streetlight sermon, low and slow

Hands to the ceiling, we don't know what we're saying

Skin on the pavement, breath like smoke

Whole neighborhood is turning into hope

Bridge

No choir, just our own feet moving

Every heartbeat matching every note we chose

This isn't faith — this is living

The whole block waking up to something new

Chorus

Streetlight sermon, low and slow

Hands to the ceiling, we don't know what we're saying

Skin on the pavement, breath like smoke

Whole neighborhood is turning into hope