[Verse 1]
Bills on the table
Coffee gone cold
Phone full of maybes
Stories half-told
You stare out the window
Counting the cracks
Trying to trust what you can’t see yet
[Chorus]
I predict something good
Coming ‘round this quiet bend
Some small proof you’re understood
Somebody turning into a friend
You don’t have to earn the sun
It wakes up just for you
I predict something good
And it’s already moving through
[Verse 2]
Missed trains and short days
Long on regret
You keep all your almosts safe in your chest
But one of these mornings
Out of the blue
You’ll laugh at how close it was
Waiting on you
[Chorus]
I predict something good
Coming ‘round this quiet bend
Some small proof you’re understood
Somebody turning into a friend
You don’t have to chase the dawn
It’s drifting into view
I predict something good
And it’s already choosing you
[Bridge]
Maybe it’s a job call (finally, finally)
Maybe it’s a hand that fits your hand
Maybe it’s just waking up
And feeling like you can stand
[Chorus]
I predict something good
Coming ‘round this quiet bend
Tiny miracles of mood
Days that don’t feel like pretend
You don’t have to know the how
Just breathe like it’s true
I predict something good
And it’s on its way to you