John and Sheila Ludgate - The Gift Of An Ordinary Day

Empty streets in a locked down town, everyone inside no one around Just what’s left of what used to be the day to day parade

When it all gets so strange, nothing anymore feels the same You watch and you wait for the gift of an ordinary day

When the ones you thought knew what to do, are as lost as you Trying to find a path through all the shifting shades of gray
Watching for a word some kind of sign, a way to leave this all behind And waiting for the gift of an ordinary day

Chorus
The ordinary everyday
With its ups and downs and laughs and frowns and prayers to pray And everything, more or less the same
Til a peaceful evening twilight falls again Over another ordinary day

The birds still sing and the sun still shines but things have changed we’re in another time
Waiting for a guiding light, to light the way
Why is it when something disappears, its beauty becomes so crystal clear Like the gift of an ordinary day

Repeat Chorus
…the gift of an ordinary day
…just another ordinary day