Days we don't notice

Staring at the ceiling, waiting for the spark Thinking real life starts somewhere past the dark Counting down the seasons, waiting for the crest Like peace is something earned only after we’re done with the test Got coffee on the dashboard, driving down the same old line Convinced that we are just biding our time. We laugh at stupid jokes over burnt-out coffee cups Surviving all the Mondays, taking all the little cuts Winning tiny battles that nobody else can see Just trying to figure out who we’re supposed to be And the streetlights hum a song we never learned to hear While the best years disappear. Our eyes were fixed on what's to come, As if the best had yet begun. But all those ordinary days Were shaping us in quiet ways. ’Cause we’re waiting for the lightning, waiting for the roar Waiting for the magic to knock upon the door Blind to the gold sitting right inside the room Chasing after summer while the spring is in full bloom Yeah, the ordinary moments turn to stories when they're gone In the quiet, heavy shadow of the dawn— We miss the days we don't notice moving on. Familiar corner stores where everybody knows your name Where nothing ever happens, and nothing has to change We wished away the silence, wanted something loud and new Not knowing that the simple life was looking right at you. Years from now we’ll look back through a frame of faded glass Wondering how time could ever move this fast We’ll say, "Remember when? Man, we had it all right then." So why are we just waiting for it all to happen again? ’Cause we’re waiting for the lightning, waiting for the roar Waiting for the magic to knock upon the door Blind to the gold sitting right inside the room Chasing after summer while the spring is in full bloom Yeah, the ordinary moments turn to stories when they're gone In the quiet, heavy shadow of the dawn— We miss the days we don't notice moving on. Stop waiting for the lightning, stop waiting for the roar Open up your eyes and look across the floor The gold is sitting right here, shining in the gloom Right inside this ordinary, beautiful room Yeah, the ordinary moments turn to stories when they're gone Before it's just a memory that we're looking back upon— We miss the days we don't notice moving on. Hold it close. Don't wait for yesterday to know you're happy now. Breathe it in. The familiar streets, the quiet nights, the way you laugh right now. The days we don't notice... Were the good times all along.