Found you under the bed

Dust crown

Lint robe

Little blue pilgrim

From a pair I once owned

You been hiding through seasons

In the shadows and folds

You survived all the spin cycles

Guess you’re stubborn like hope

Praise for the leftover sock

Still here when everything’s gone

When the good ones fade

You keep hanging on

Yeah

You ride in my pocket

Like a soft little secret I’ve got

If loyalty had fabric

It’d feel like a leftover sock

You don’t match any outfit

You don’t fit any rule

But on cold

Slow mornings

You still walk me to the door

One heel thin and fraying

Threadbare

But you stay

You remind me I’m not perfect

And I’m fine anyway

[low vocal register] One by one

People drift

Things go

You stayed stuck

In the dark

Down low

[gang vocals] But you turned that corner

Into holy ground

If I lose my faith again

I know where you’ll be found