Proof - Ward Thomas

You have this, funny way of making

The darkness, in a situation

Take flight, and feel right

You have this, brilliant way of showing

Your kindness, and you don’t even know

It’s so bright, a gold mine

How do you do what you do?

You’re on a crowded city pavement, flooded with name

You see a sick, and it’s calling your name

Hey!

Oh yeah

To you there’s no such thing as a dead end street

It’s all about, how you gotta follow your dreams

Hey!

Oh yeah

Oh looking down an unpaved road

Everyone else sees dirt but you see gold

It’s monday, and we’re stuck in traffic

I complain, I said I’ve nearly had it

, and you smile

My world spins, you’re like my gravity

Pull me in, towards my sanity

You clear, my sky

How do you do what you do?

You’re on a crowded city pavement, flooded with name

You see a sick, and it’s calling your name

Hey!

Oh yeah

To you there’s no such thing as a dead end street

It’s all about, how you gotta follow your dreams

Hey!

Oh yeah

Oh looking down an unpaved road

Everyone else sees dirt but you see gold

Whoa-oh-oh-ohhh, whoa-oh-oh-ohhh

Whoa-oh-oh-ohhh whoa-oh-oh-ohhh

Whoa-oh-oh-ohhh, whoa-oh-oh-ohhh

Whoa-oh-oh-ohh-ohhh

You’re on a crowded city pavement, flooded with name

You see a sick, and it’s calling your name

You’re on a crowded city pavement, flooded with name

You see a sick, and it’s calling your name

Hey!

Oh yeah

To you there’s no such thing as a dead end street

It’s all about, how you gotta follow your dreams

Hey!

Oh yeah

Oh looking down an unpaved road

Everyone else sees dirt

Oh looking down an unpaved road

Where I see dirt, you see gold