

Yeah,
checking the levels on this One,
two, off the top (uh-huh)
Laying down the blueprint,
stepping through the door
Left my heavy worries back on the lower floor Writing every line
with a sharp, heavy pen Taking back the clock,
starting up again (whoo)
We build it from the pavement up to the sky
Keep the tempo steady,
let the days roll by No looking back,
we're holding the ground (yeah) Listening close to the beautiful sound
Dusty records spinning in a dark wooden crate Chasing down a rhythm
that was sealed by fate
Never looking sideways, keeping eyes ahead
Living out the stories that we haven't read (let's go)
Yeah,
keeping it true
To the foundation (mmm)
Just the Rhodes
and the dust