Tokyo Drip

Windowpane's a watercolor grey Steam uncurls and fades away Headphones on, the world's on mute Chasing down a single truth The city's hum, a distant roar Knocking softly at my door But in this room, the time unwinds Clearing out the cluttered minds It's that late-night coffee shop beat The shuffle of a thousand feet Fades into a gentle haze Losing track of all the days Two hours feel like twenty minutes gone Working steady 'til the dawn

In the rhythm, in the flow Watching little ideas grow Neon signs begin to bleed Planting a productive seed Keyboard clicks a soft refrain Like gentle drops of falling rain This vinyl crackle in my ear Makes the static disappear A quiet bubble, safe and warm Sheltered from the coming storm It's that late-night coffee shop beat The shuffle of a thousand feet Fades into a gentle haze Losing track of all the days

Two hours feel like twenty minutes gone Working steady 'til the dawn In the rhythm, in the flow Watching little ideas grow The chords just wash on through Making old ideas feel new Every note a gentle push In the calm and quiet hush No need to rush, no need to race Everything finds its own space It's that late-night coffee shop beat The shuffle of a thousand feet Fades into a gentle haze Losing track of all the days

Two hours feel like twenty minutes gone Working steady 'til the dawn In the rhythm, in the flow Watching little ideas grow