Sometimes this street stays quiet. Sometimes it roars like a race track.

And amidst the chaos they’ll never realize the beauty they are swimming in.
It’ll never feel as fresh than when you first dove in.
And I hate to say it but you’re so close yet so far away.
I’m a minute too late but a phone call away.
Now it’s my hands tied behind my back.
But they’re still your eyes that are too heavy to see.
Closed from an overdose of water and a lack of sleep.
“Thank you,” you’ll say.
You’ve now realized the beauty you were swimming in.