Verse
Late light slips through half-closed blinds,
Coffee rings and borrowed time.
You hum the truth between the lines,
A smile bent just out of rhyme.
Pre-Chorus
Every doubt learns how to sway,
Every edge is smoothed by play—
Say it soft, don’t say it planned,
Let the night take you by the hand.
Chorus
Oh Alan, take it slow,
Let the city breathe below,
Heel-toe hearts on cobbled glow,
That’s the way the good things go.
Verse
Ashtray moon and paper skies,
Laughing eyes that never lie.
You roll the world with easy dice,
Lose a little, win the why.
Bridge
If tomorrow asks too much,
Answer back with velvet touch—
Two chords, truth, a borrowed plan,
That’s the bossa, Alan, man.
Final Chorus
Oh Alan, don’t you know,
Every scar can learn the flow,
Swing the ache, release the hold,
Turn the worn to warm and gold.
Outro
When the dawn comes calling then,
We’ll just smile and play it again.
