While looking at my feet, at a crack in the sidewalk

An old tin can by the side of the road

I nearly missed a rainbow

I nearly missed a sunset

I nearly missed a shooting star going by



While studying a brand new hole in my sneaker

Finding a quarter and an old bus token

I nearly missed a rainbow

I nearly missed a sunset

I nearly missed a shooting star going by.



Looking down at the ground means you

Know where you're going

No head-up-in-the-clouds to lead you astray

But you can't ever have any kind of dream

That way



While looking at my feet, at a crack in the sidewalk

An old tin can by the side of the road

I nearly missed that rainbow

Don't want to miss that sunset

I wouldn't miss that shooting start going by

Passing me by

Going right by