Late to the One

I slide in soft where the backbeat swings

Falsetto flicks when the first bell rings

Slap bass thumps and my heartbeat jumps

Your smile walks in like the room's best drums

I come in low with a velvet sway

While guitar talks and it clears the way

You tilt that grin like a hook in the air

Now every criss little snare says stay right there

We lay to the one

But we land on time

Sweet on the downbeat

Making treble sound fine

Warm horns bloom

When we cross that line

Playful and slow

And the groove is mine

I break up high

Then I fall back low

Let the pockets stretch

Let the good thing glow

You answer my glide with a cool deep burn

And the whole old school night starts to turn

I lace my words in a midnight hum

Chris drowns quick clothes like a happy thumb

You toss me a glance, I toss back spark

Funk soul talking in the heart of the dark

Let the air hang thick, let the horns lean in

No rush, no fuss, let the sweet thing begin

Falsetto lifts like a ribbon of light

Low voice glowing right under the light

We're late to the one

But we've longed on time

Sweet on the downbeat

Making troubles sound fine

One warm spoon

When we cross that line

Playful and slow

And the groove is mine