Purple skies

    It makes me stop in my tracks

    Every time

    In the commotion of the day

    And I know it'll be okay

    

    The cycle never changes

    The sun falls and then it raises

    l can count on it always being there

    

    What’s it about the sunset that makes us stop and stare?

    

    Maybe it’s not about the sunset maybe it’s about the sky

    How it holds all of the colors then let’s it all pass by

    Maybe it’s not about the sunset maybe it’s about the sun

    How it’s almost like you can see the world turning on the horizon

    

    Little do we know that we’re the ones changing while the sun sits still and shines

    Little do we think about, too much do we drink about

    ’Till a sunset seems to come and slow down time

    

    The cycle never changes

    The sun falls and then it raises

    l can count on it always being there

    

    What’s it about the sunset that makes us stop and stare?

    

    A gentle voice saying “there are reasons and little constants in every season”

    Right when it seems like life’s too much to bear

    

    What’s it about the sunset that makes us stop and stare?

    What’s it about the sunset that makes us stop and stare?