Blooming Through the Black

She's a sight down in the canyon
Stars above and hell below
Silver moon her sole companion
Pours shadows on the road
She thinks on what she used to be
Through the haze of all she lost
Finds defeat in victory
The little engine that could not

She's blooming through the black
Born of destruction
Burned but she's coming back
Bending towards the sun
She don't care about fitting in or falling out
She's just been waiting for the sun to come out

And have you ever seen such color
Growing under the taxicab sun
Through a crack in the concrete collar
A million days in the space of one
She's from the country, likes to move slow
But danger makes her feel the spark
She talks softly and lets her colors show
Blooming when the sky is dark

She's blooming through the black
Born of destruction
Burned but she's coming back
Bending towards the sun
She don't care about fitting in or falling out
She's just been waiting for the sun to come out

Good things come slowly
Carrying a little pain in tow
Good things come slowly
Got to have a little room to grow

Good things come slowly
Carrying a little pain in tow
Good things come slowly
Got to have a little room to grow

She's blooming through the black
Born of destruction
Burned but she's coming back
Bending towards the sun
She don't care about fitting in or falling out
She's just been waiting for the sun to come out