

Late room, low lamp,
dust on the keys I let the groove speak before I do
I came in smooth with my coat half on Moon in the
window, kettle still warm Kick on the floor like a heart laid
back Snare on the two with a clean old crack Hand on
the organ, hand on the page I write in the pocket and
soften the edge No big speech,
just truth in time Little gold turns in a worn-out rhyme Stay
in the room with me
Slow where the light falls free
Hold to the groove,
don't run
We make a small night glow like sun
Stay when the long day bends
Soft with the soul we send
Table for two and a notebook stain Words in the cup ring,
sweet with the grain Wurly hum under the talk we keep
Warm little chords never trying too deep I know that calm can
carry some weight
I know a quiet line still lands great So I lean in
close and I let it ride No need to force what is
true inside Ahh, easy now
Let it turn, let it turn
All that I need is a little bit of room A little
bit of room for the truth
Stay in the room with me
Slow where the light falls free
Hold to the groove,
don't run
We make a small night glow like sun
Stay when the long day bends
Soft with the soul we send
Mm,
stay
a little Low and true
I let
the groove speak And it speaks of you