Miracle

Drew Holcomb & The Neighbors

Red door, blue jeans 
Lights up in the backyard 
Fireflies, dance outside 
Chasing down the twilight 

It's a miracle 
It's a miracle, hey 

Radio, open windows 
Brothers on a Friday night 

It's a miracle 

There are no worries 
Just the sweet, sweet smells of wine 
Visions of Sunday 
Put castles in the sky 

But Sunday came and went 
I still miss that scent 
Of my imagination 
The memories, visions and dreams 

Gah, gah, gah, gah 
Gah, gah, gah, gah 
Gah, gah, gah, gah 
Gah, gah, gah, gah 

It's a miracle 
It's a miracle 
It's a miracle 
It's a miracle, hey