Hand on the strings Room still singing Thought I cut it off But it kept ringing One little bend Took the side street back Came out sharper Yeah, I like that crack After the note Before it’s gone Something in the air Won’t let go Let it take its time Let it find its way There’s a little more soul In what I didn’t play Thumb on the low string Foot on the floor Let a rough little phrase Kick the door Don’t need to chase it It comes back through Leave that door open See what it’ll do After the note Before it’s gone Something in the air Won’t let go Let it take its time Let it find its way There’s a little more soul In what I didn’t play I’ve been too fast With the first thing out Sometimes the second pass Shows what it’s about So I loosen my grip Let the last chord fade Hear the empty space The silence made Wood against my chest Low hum in the floor Found one good thing once Now it wants more Same six strings Different way to cut Little crooked rhythm I can’t shut up After the note Before it’s gone Something in the air Won’t let go Let it take its time Let it find its way There’s a little more soul In what I didn’t play Let it wander Let it bite Let it say what it says Between the lines Hand on the strings Room still singing I’m right here Let it keep ringing
