Roomlight Reverie
Black keys cold under heavy hands Counting up the miles that I
didn't plan
Wood floor speaks when the silence bends
No drum machine, just where the hallway ends
Late hour reckoning, paper thin Looking at the walls where the dust
settles in
Just the wood and the wire in the quiet place
No heavy low end,
just the space I take (yeah)
Hear the hammer hit the string,
let it ring out clear
Every single truth that I brought in here
Stripped down to the spruce soundboard
Nothing left to hide behind a minor chord
Used to want the whole crowd shouting out my phrase Now I
find the pocket in the quiet days
Foot on the damper pedal,
keeping time
Every hesitation in the rhyme
No tape tricks, no doubled take Just the sound of the boards
that ache
Listen to the air
between the bars
Right where we are
Just the wood and the wire in the quiet place
No heavy low end,
just the space I take
(yeah,
listen) Hear the hammer hit the string,
let it ring out clear
Every single truth that I brought in here
(let it ring)