Uploaded August 2026 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago

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Verse 1
Down in front of Murphy’s Market
There’s a choir that sings at ten
Not for worship, not for wages
Just a way to feel again
They’ve got voices made of gravel
They’ve got coats that have seen years
But when they open up together
There’s a shine behind the tears

Chorus
Oh, we lift up what we’re given
Even when it’s less than fair
Sharing warmth like borrowed mittens
On a winter morning air
If the world won’t grant us heaven
We make hymns from what we’ve got
We’re the breadline choir singing
In a town the world forgot

Verse 2
Someone’s kettle’s always boiling
Someone’s jokes are always bad
Someone says the city’s broken
Someone says it’s not that bad
And we harmonize our heartaches
Into something like a prayer
Not religious, just resilient
Just alive and just still here

Chorus
Oh, we lift up what we’re given
Even when it’s less than fair
Sharing warmth like borrowed mittens
On a winter morning air
If the world won’t grant us heaven
We make hymns from what we’ve got
We’re the breadline choir singing
In a town the world forgot

Bridge
And we don’t pretend we’re holy
We don’t dress our wounds in gold
We just sing because we’re lonely
And the song keeps out the cold

Chorus
Oh, we lift up what we’re given
Even when it’s less than fair
Sharing warmth like borrowed mittens
On a winter morning air
If the world won’t grant us heaven
We make hymns from what we’ve got
We’re the breadline choir singing
In a town the world forgot

Outro
In a town the world forgot
Still the singing won’t stop