Bit of Magic

I bought a TV from an antique shop on Main,

Dust on the dials, little crack in the frame

The owner said, “Yeah, that used to be my dad’s,

Sat in the corner through the good and the bad

He don’t need it now,” then he nodded like he knew,

Said, “That screen won’t show you news, it shows you what it wants to.”

It’s not the end, it’s not automatic

But it’s a bit of magic, yeah, a bit of magic

Same old world, just a different angle

Hope still breathing through the static

It’s not perfect, it’s not dramatic

Just a bit of magic, yeah, a bit of magic

The night was loud, the tension hung heavy,

Every channel talking fast, nothing steady

Then that old screen cut in, calm and clear,

Said a major war in Europe wrapped up this year

Outside my window, sirens still rang,

But for a second there, the future felt rearranged

It’s not a lie, it’s not prophetic

But it’s a bit of magic, yeah, a bit of magic

Same headlines, new results

Good news slipping through the static

It’s not flashy, it’s not emphatic

Just a bit of magic, yeah, a bit of magic

Next night it said diseases found their cures,

Long hard battles done, doors opened wide

Economies steadied, jobs came back,

Whole wide world found some balance at last

I looked around at the mess we’re in,

Then laughed and thought, all right, then let’s begin.

It’s not denial, it’s not fanatic

It’s a bit of magic, yeah, a bit of magic

Not a dream — just proof

We don’t have to stay this frantic

It’s not fiction, it’s not automatic

Just a bit of magic, yeah, a bit of magic