[Intro - Gitarrenriff, langsam, rauchig] Yeah… slide in, Slade… We been waitin’ on that groove… [Verse 1] Hey Slade, old dude, good to see your face again, Hey Slade, old dude, good to see your face again. The room was quiet, the fire low— Now the stories start to flow. [Chorus] You’re back on the stream, for the Storytellerz crew, Back on the stream, yeah, the Storytellerz crew. Every word you throw, every tale you tell, Turns this midnight hour into something well. [Verse 2] The chat rolls slow like a river in the night, Yeah, the chat rolls slow like a river in the night. But when you hit that mic, man, the current runs strong, Carries every lost soul home where they belong. [Chorus] You’re back on the stream, for the Storytellerz crew, Back on the stream, yeah, the Storytellerz crew. Every word you throw, every tale you tell, Turns this midnight hour into something well. [Bridge] Some folks chase the spotlight, some just chase the fame, But you? You chase the feeling, keep the fire the same. Old friend, new chapter, same old blues in your voice, When you talk, we listen—ain’t no other choice. [Verse 3] So crank that cam up, let the old guitar cry, Yeah, crank that cam up, let the old guitar cry. For every dreamer, every rider, every heart that’s been bruised— Slade, old dude, you’re singin’ our blues. [Outro] Hey Slade… old dude… Storytellerz forever… Let it ride… let it ride… [Gitarren-Outro, langsam ausklingen]
