Kind on a bad day
Former church organist
the numbers
- bpm
- 89
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.74
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.48
- vocal at
- 2.9s
- length
- 3:39
- language
- En
lyrics
I missed my bus on Warren, rain on my coat Coffee spilled on my work shirt, bread in my throat At the corner store by Gratiot, I stood in the line Hands shook on my change, and the clerk looked away like a sign Then you slid me a dollar, said, “Keep your head up, man” Your sleeves had paint on them, your nails had grease in your hands The room went still for a second, like a door cracked wide And I felt that hard day loosen from the inside Kind on a bad day Kind on a bad day Kind on a bad day Kind on a bad day You were kind on a bad day You were kind on a bad day Outside on Van Dyke, the trash blew low by the curb My train had already left me, I was trying not to swerve You held the door with your elbow, you laughed at the rain Then you walked me to my stop and took the long way back again Kind on a bad day Kind on a bad day Kind on a bad day Kind on a bad day You were kind on a bad day You were kind on a bad day At seven, the sky was rust, and my hands still ached But that small act hit like steel through the plate No name on your jacket, no need for a speech Just a quiet piece of heaven in a broken down street Kind on a bad day Kind on a bad day Kind on a bad day Kind on a bad day You were kind on a bad day You were kind on a bad day