There is no effort in this street of parked cars,
In the empty hush of this workday morning,
In these bare parked trees,
In this parked place.
There is no effort in being lost.
Here
The Miracle of This Being Here
The Miracle of This Being Here
There is no effort in this street of parked cars,
In the empty hush of this workday morning,
In these bare parked trees,
In this parked place.
There is no effort in being lost.
Constant Voice 