I was sitting in the street when the news came my way I was sitting in the street when the news came my way Good news, good news, good news, good news I was sitting in the street when the messenger came by I was sitting in the street when the messenger came my way Good news, good news like a rare blood disorder Good news, good news
I was sitting in the street I don't believe I've made it clear what exactly I mean by that I was sitting in the middle of the street Dust made its way into my legs even though my shirt was tucked in And I saw the colors forming in the west Saw the bright feathers reflected in the sky, now Good news, good news, good news, good news