Sidewalk Saints (feat. 3 American Roses)

We don't sing in marble halls We don't wait for fancy calls We make music on the stairs Shoes untied, but heart's aware Got no gold, but got a grin Got no map, but we still win Every wall becomes a stage When you're born to light the cage We're sidewalk saints, we dance with dust We clap with joy, not need or trust We sing too loud, we laugh too much But every crack holds something lush We're roses raised by sun and street Barefoot rhythm, bittersweet We don't knock on velvet doors We bring soul to corner stores All our dreams fit in a song That we hum when days feel long No crown needed on this head We walk proud where others fled Painted nails, torn-up jeans Still we move like gypsy queens We're sidewalk saints, we dance with dust We clap with joy, not need or trust We sing too loud, we laugh too much But every crack holds something lush We're roses raised by sun and street Barefoot rhythm, bittersweet Clap with me, the floor don't mind (Clap with me!) Sing with feet, don't fall in line (Sing with me!) Smile like rules are out of style We're saints of sweat and crooked miles We're sidewalk saints, we dance with dust We clap with joy, not need or trust We sing too loud, we laugh too much But every crack holds something lush We're roses raised by sun and street Barefoot rhythm, bittersweet We're sidewalk saints, with pride unbrushed We play our life, no fear, no hush If it's too raw, then it's too real But that's the kind of truth we feel We're roses bold, no plastic sweet Just sun, some soul, and a street