(ahh) Late train air and a low gold room
I came in smooth with the rain on my sleeve Table by
the speaker, got time to breathe Kick drum lean,
little dust in the snare Whole room moves but nobody stares I
trace that chord when the organ turns Cool in the glass while
the amber burns Say what I mean,
keep the line concise Soft on the tongue but the groove precise
Hold it there, let it land just right Lean in close to
the satin night You and me in the pocket now Don't rush
it, no not now
Ride that low line,
keep it rolling Sweet and slow,
keep it folding All night long in a honeyed glow We stay
tight when the soft chords flow
Ride that low line,
keep it rolling Heart and heel in the same tempo
Streetlight flicker on the edge of the pane I count little blessings
in a city of strain Backbeat neat like a note in a
file I give you truth with a half-side smile No big pose,
just a well-cut phrase Little bit of smoke in the end of
the haze When the cymbal lifts,
I stay understated Every small move feels curated
Ooh, keep the room turning Ooh,
keep the feeling warm If the night keeps learning
We'll wear it like a form Ride that low line,
keep it rolling Sweet and slow,
keep it folding All night long in a honeyed glow We stay
tight when the soft chords flow
Ride that
low line, keep it rolling Heart and heel in the same tempo
(ooh) Stay in the groove a little longer (ahh)