empty airport

I can meet the Lord on the floor of an empty airport

I can hear His voice over coffee in the dawn sometimes

Could try to talk a way around it

But I think I'd rather sing about it

I can meet the Lord on the floor of an empty airport

I can hear His voice through the noise running through my mind

Could try to talk a way around it

But I think I'd rather sing about it

(So sing it like)

Oh, I could find You in this soil

I can meet You in the mundane

Every day, or the falling of the rain

I can meet the Lord on the floor of an empty airport

I can hear His voice in the cuttings of a conversation

I can see His hands in the shaping of a congregation

Don't need a burning bush, don't need a blinding light

'Cause it's never gonna feel like the stars align

I wish they would, but faith is more than “coulds”

And so I sing it louder than I should

Oh, I could find You in this soil

I can meet You in the mundane

Everyday, or the falling of the rain

I can meet the Lord on the floor of an empty airport

Oh, I could find You in this soil

I can meet You in the mundane

Everyday, or the falling of the rain

I can meet the Lord on the floor of an empty airport