Rhythm #4. The Room Starts Moving

[Intro] I came in late, nobody knew my face, Held my little drink and looked for empty space. [Verse 1] A cousin of a cousin told me, Come on through, The doorway felt like something I couldn't do. There were languages dancing across the air, Spice from the kitchen and flowers in her hair. I leaned on the wall like a picture hung wrong, Too shy to ask the DJ for a song. Then a grandma snapped twice, the guitarist played, And she caught my hand before I got away. [Pre-Chorus] One foot finds the answer to another, Different ways of saying we are neighbors. I used to think I'd need the perfect line, But the rhythm made a little room for mine. [Chorus] When the room starts moving, I move too, A thousand little stories coming through. Nobody has to sound the same, We can find one rhythm with a hundred names. When the room starts moving, let it grow, Every heart has somewhere new to go. No more standing like a stranger at the door, There's a little room for one more. [Instrumental Break — 8–16 bars] [Verse 2] A kid taught me a step, then changed the game, I laughed so hard I forgot my name. Two friends spun circles, one moved slow, Everybody had a different way to glow. The music wasn't loud enough to hide, The quiet little person I kept inside. I danced as me, not someone I should be, And that was how the party welcomed me. [Bridge] Sometimes finding people isn't finding clones, It's hearing something warm inside unknowns. The night may end, but that lesson stays, Make room for somebody on the next hard day. [Final Chorus] When the room starts moving, I move too, A thousand little stories coming through. Nobody has to sound the same, We can find one rhythm with a hundred names. When the room starts moving, let it grow, Every heart has somewhere new to go. No more standing like a stranger at the door, There's a little room for one more. [Outro] The door swings wide, let the next one in, There's a new beat waiting to begin.