Original song sketch
Side Street Sunday
A bright, easygoing melody for an imaginary walk with nowhere urgent to be.
Instrumental demo · 112 BPM · G major. Original lyrics below; the demo has no vocals. Lyrics use a fictional voice.
Verse 1
The bakery opens, the shutters rise A bicycle bell cuts the morning in two There is no list in these pockets of mine Just half of a map and a patch of blue
Chorus
Side street Sunday, take it slow Past the places we almost know Nothing to catch and nowhere to race A little more time, a little more space
Verse 2
The corner has changed since the last time around A new painted door where the old one stood We stop for a minute and listen for sounds An ordinary day can still turn good