[Is_MAX_MODE: MAX](MAX) [QUALITY: MAX](MAX) [REALISM: MAX](MAX) [REAL_INSTRUMENTS: MAX](MAX) [REAL_VOCALS: MAX](MAX) [INTRO, slow after-hours blues, sparse electric guitar swells, deep walking bass, soft drum brushes] [VERSE 1, warm raspy male vocal, low-volume spoken-sung delivery] When I walk in, I’m alone half-empty room a small dusty stage like the music’s been hanging in the air way too long [VERSE 2, same vocal tone, reflective phrasing] Tired lights still burning damn it they look beautiful they hit my eyes and warm my chest [VERSE 3, intimate storytelling vocal, guitar and voice intertwined] When I hold my Katy close she talks to me, I understand I answer back, she takes me over my knees go weak the room disappears I look up and it’s just me and a stage frozen in time [BRIDGE, spoken blues delivery, very close mic] Those lights burn my eyes but then I only feel Katy’s vibrations moving through me changing me I don’t wanna win I just wanna stay [VERSE 4, grounded tone, return-to-reality feel] When the music fades when I come back down I step off the stage someone claps a hand on my shoulder [BRIDGE, calm declarative delivery] This is who I am I didn’t take the wrong road it’s just a road that doesn’t lead to you [OUTRO, spoken ending, relaxed and ironic] Maybe I didn’t fix a thing but for three songs nobody asked my name and more important than that I got myself a glass of scotch I didn’t pay for Hell of a night
