[Intro] [nylon-string acoustic guitar, shaker, woodblock] [instrumental solo] [Main Theme] [bass guitar enters, rimshot snare, soft kick drum] [clean electric guitar counter-melody] [Verse 1] The city keeps a ledger in the neon and the rain, debiting the midnight, crediting the train. I owed the evening nothing but a collar and a tune, and the boulevard repaid me with a slightly early moon. Your laugh arrived unscheduled, like a horn that finds the key, a seventh left unresolved till the downbeat set it free. We traded half a sentence for a chorus and a glance, and the traffic, out of courtesy, decided not to dance. [Chorus] Call it luck, call it timing, call it physics with a grin — a minor that turned major when you happened to walk in. The room was out of tempo, then the pocket clicked again, and the whole night changed its signature from weary into swing. [Verse 2] You mentioned Paris lightly, as if cities were a coat one might leave on a chair back and remember by the note. I countered with a sidewalk where the sycamores keep score, and the streetlamps, slightly sharp, still manage to adore. No manifesto, darling — just the glasses and the ice, a bass line under everything insisting it was nice. If wisdom is a late train, let it miss us by a bar; we’ve got a better theory, and the theory has a star. [Chorus] Call it luck, call it timing, call it physics with a grin — a minor that turned major when you happened to walk in. The room was out of tempo, then the pocket clicked again, and the whole night changed its signature from weary into swing. [Bridge] [acoustic guitar solo with melodic lead lines] [woodblock 3-2 clave pattern continues] Some people chart their futures on a grid of should and might; we penciled in a coda and then borrowed back the night. If the bridge gets philosophical, the horns will cut it short — a witty little modulation, then the original report. [Outro] [electric guitar fades out] [acoustic guitar and shaker end on a sustained chord] [Tag] So raise the glass, not loudly; let the cymbal have the last. A minor turned to major. Keep the change. The tune is fast.
