Verse 1

We walk the numbered streets like we invented them

The bakery, the corner bench, the scaffolding

Everyone around us has a somewhere to be

We are Tuesday afternoon without a history

The pigeons know the pavement better than we do

We count the awnings, memorize the residue

Chorus

We are strangers in the ordinary

Watching lives that didn't wait for us

Every face a door we'll never open

Every block a world that carries no fuss

We were never here, and yet we're standing

In the middle of somebody else's afternoon

Half a ghost, half a tourist, half a witness

To a city humming its familiar tune

Verse 2

The laundromat is spinning someone else's week

A woman laughs into her phone across the street

We eat our lunch on steps we'll never sit on twice

The anonymity is loneliness, but also paradise

No one needs us here, no one expects our name

We are briefly weightless in the Tuesday rain

Chorus

We are strangers in the ordinary

Watching lives that didn't wait for us

Every face a door we'll never open

Every block a world that carries no fuss

We were never here, and yet we're standing

In the middle of somebody else's afternoon

Half a ghost, half a tourist, half a witness

To a city humming its familiar tune

Bridge

Maybe this is what we needed

To be no one for an afternoon

To let the city keep its secrets

To belong to nothing, pass through soon

The unfamiliar is a kind of rest

We are released from who we were this morning

Outro

Tuesday keeps its pace without us

The city turns, forgets our shoes

We were here between the hours

We were briefly, briefly new

Instrumental Outro

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