Late Night Drift

City lights, blood on a wet brass pane

I'm moving slow with a low-lift brain

Neon on my coat and my mind stays calm

Hands in my pockets like a quiet song

I won't rush the pain, let it sit real still

Let the bassline roll like a midnight chill

Every soft knock in the drum-bass room

For the little true things in the shadow room

I'm drifting, drifting through the cold night air

I'll be tough, just a hard way there

If the world gets loud, I'll pull it back down

To that steady little pose where I'm found

Yeah, warm prose glow like a lamp on low

Guitar and speak in a broken slow

I've been learning how to carry the weight

Without making a show of the hours I hate

So I'll lean right back in the laid back booth

At the final hiss and the low end move

Half sung, half spoken, I keep it light

Still telling the truth in the dim glow night

I'm drifting

Drifting through the cold night air

No big talk, just a heart laid bare

As the world gets loud, I pull it back down

To that steady little pulse where I'm found

Bellow in the minor key

Let it breathe

Let it be

Let it be