Uma música para Maya de Priya

[Verse 1]
Maya, we were seven with our knees pulled to our chests
On the school bus, one pair of headphones, sharing every song we knew best
Your shoulder leaned against mine as the morning rolled along
I still remember how the whole ride felt like it belonged to us

[Pre-Chorus]
Then last spring, Toronto called your name
And miles rearranged the map, but not what stayed the same

[Chorus]
Maya, you’re my favorite kind of home
Even with a thousand miles between our roads
Every Sunday, nine o’clock, you call
We talk about nothing, and somehow that is all
Maya, when the week has worn me thin
Your voice lets the good part back in
No big reason, no occasion to explain
I’m just glad I get to be your friend again

[Verse 2]
You tell me what the neighbor’s dog did, I tell you what I made for tea
We trade the little scraps of life like they’re treasures meant to keep
Sometimes there’s a quiet stretch; neither one of us fills the air
I know you’re there, and you know I’m there

[Pre-Chorus]
Though last spring put new streets in your view
A Sunday call still feels like sitting next to you

[Chorus]
Maya, you’re my favorite kind of home
Even with a thousand miles between our roads
Every Sunday, nine o’clock, you call
We talk about nothing, and somehow that is all
Maya, when the week has worn me thin
Your voice lets the good part back in
No big reason, no occasion to explain
I’m just glad I get to be your friend again

[Bridge]
If I could send one thing across that distance
It wouldn’t need a ribbon or a reason
Just that old bus-seat kind of closeness
And the comfort of your voice on Sunday evening

[Final Chorus]
Maya, you’re my favorite kind of home
Though Toronto’s where you’ve made your own
Every Sunday, nine o’clock, you call
We talk about nothing, and I treasure it all
Maya, we were seven, now we’re grown
Still, you never make me feel alone
No big reason, no occasion to explain
I’m just glad, Maya, you’re my friend

[Outro]
Maya, Sunday comes around
And I’m so glad you call