(Intro)(A warm, resonant acoustic guitar chord. The sound of a steady, rhythmic boot-thump on wood. It feels like a slow walk through a busy station.)(Verse 1)I see the crowds drifting through the fluorescent hazeI see the stories written in their tired, weathered gazeSome see a nuisance, some see a shadow in the wayBut I see a sister, I see a brother gone astrayI look past the trembling, I look past the ragged coatI hear the song of dignity beneath the hollow noteYou can’t hide the spark of God, no matter what you’ve doneWe’re all just children reaching for a piece of the sun.(Chorus)I’m the listener, I’m the one who’s standing stillWhile the world moves on with a cold and bitter willI see the human that the Father meant for you to beCaring and kind—yeah, dats me.I’m filling up the cups when the spirit’s running dryI’m the one who looks ‘em in the window of the eyeWith a righteous amount of love for the soul I seeJust a man loving people. Yeah, dats me.(Verse 2)They’re fighting with the demons in a battle no one seesI offer up a moment of respect to bring ‘em easeI don’t need to judge the path or the places that they’ve beenI’m just here to recognize the light that’s living inEvery life’s a temple, even if the walls are tornEvery soul is sacred from the moment they were bornI lead with a hand that’s open and a heart that’s wideWalking with the broken with nothing left to hide.(Pre-Chorus)(The guitar builds with a gentle, swelling intensity)God overfills my cup so I can pour it on the floorFor the hungry and the lonely and the ones who need it moreI don’t want the conflict, I don’t want the prideI just want to be the one who’s on the human side.(Chorus)I’m the listener, I’m the one who’s standing stillWhile the world moves on with a cold and bitter willI see the human that the Father meant for you to beCaring and kind—yeah, dats me.I’m filling up the cups when the spirit’s running dryI’m the one who looks ‘em in the window of the eyeWith a righteous amount of love for the soul I seeJust a man loving people. Yeah, dats me.(Bridge)(The music slows to a soft finger-pick; the "seer" persona comes forward)I see the mother’s smile in the woman on the benchI see the hero’s heart beneath the city’s heavy stenchI see the hope intended before the world got in the wayI’m holding space for every soul until the break of day.(Stomp)Say my name—the one who’s staying kind.(Stomp)Say my name—the peace you’re gonna find.(Final Chorus)I’m the listener, I’m the one who’s standing stillWhile the world moves on with a cold and bitter willI see the human that the Father meant for you to beCaring and kind—yeah, dats me.I’m filling up the cups when the spirit’s running dryI’m the one who looks ‘em in the window of the eyeWith a righteous amount of love for the soul I seeJust a man loving people. Yeah, dats me.(Outro)(The guitar fades to a single, warm, humming chord)Yeah, dats me.Righteous and respectful.Yeah, dats me.The human lens.God overfills the cup.Always.
GrizzlyJones
