I stand on a corner of gray
Watching the sun slip away
The asphalt is cooling and still
The wind carries scent from the hill
The copper wire starts to sing
A sudden and electric ring
The switch flips deep in the ground
A heavy and humming sound
I wake up and turn on the light
Turning the dusk into bright
The golden grid starts to bloom
Chasing away every gloom
A row of new houses appear
The blueprint is finally clear
The sidewalk is fresh and it's white
I wait for the coming of night
The copper wire starts to sing
A sudden and electric ring
The switch flips deep in the ground
A heavy and humming sound
I wake up and turn on the light
Turning the dusk into bright
The golden grid starts to bloom
Chasing away every gloom
The taxis are rushing in lines
Following yellow-painted signs
A thousand small windows ignite
Painting the valley in white
From a high place I see the whole view
Old dirt roads becoming something new
The map is a quilt made of gold
A story that's waiting to unfold
I wake up and turn on the light
Turning the dusk into bright
The golden grid starts to bloom
Chasing away every gloom
I hold up the street for the crowd
The humming is steady and loud
A city that grows in a blink
Connected by one silver link
I wake up and turn on the light
Turning the dusk into bright
The golden grid starts to bloom
Chasing away every gloom
Click, hum, glow. The golden grid.
Stay bright.
