Commonplace - Tim Finn

As we stood there in the queue by the ticket booth

I knew at once you excited easily

You were like me, we were both there to see a band

Search for an omen of truth on a Saturday night

I’m grateful to lose myself in a crowd with you

It’s Commonplace but it’s so lovely

It’s Commonplace but it’s so fine

It’s banal but it’s so lovely

We don’t care if we’re in your space or mine, your space or mine

And by the end of the first song I knew for sure

I was connected to you by a chord

Our faces lit by the light thrown from metal cans

The band sang so sweet the feedback is taking me down…

To where I knew I was a part of you

It’s Commonplace but it’s so lovely

It’s Commonplace but it’s so fine

It’s banal but it’s so lovely

We don’t care if we’re in your space or mine, your space or mine

And 'til the band take their bow

Love will never die

And from the back of the crowd

Comes a lonely cry

I was embedded…

I was embedded…

It’s Commonplace but it’s so lovely

It’s Commonplace but it’s so fine

It’s banal but it’s so lovely

We don’t care if we’re in your space or mine, your space or mine,

your space or mine, your space or mine…