Sideways as a substitute for going forward, Falling back before walking towards, A better view, something new, Another sense about a better point of view. I mark the curb with quarter-turns, Trade straight lines for learned returns, A city grid that loves to bend— Progress, but make it elegant. Pre-Chorus It isn’t retreat, it’s choreography, A clever detour in 4/4 time. I draw the route in diagonals, Let every wrong street feel sublime. Chorus Sideways is still a way, We don’t have to go straight. We cut new streets through night, In crisscross bars of light. If it’s dancing you crave, Let tomorrow be late— Sideways is still a way. Verse 2 I keep a compass in my pocket like a metronome, Ticking options I can take to get me home. Every backstep pays me interest, Every sidestep writes the chorus. I’m not lost, I’m ornate, Parades don’t march in single file. I take the long way just to prove A crooked mile still wears a smile. Pre-Chorus It isn’t delay, it’s geometry, A little flourish on the beat. I turn the maybe into melody, And make detours feel complete. Chorus Sideways is still a way, We don’t have to go straight. We cut new streets through night, In crisscross bars of light. If it’s dancing you crave, Let tomorrow be late— Sideways is still a way. Bridge (Breakdown) Left, right, step-in-place—hold—pivot, Every hesitation’s got a rhythm in it. Zig, zag, meet me where the bassline sways, Glitter on the map and we rename the ways. Final Chorus Sideways is still a way, We draw our routes in grace. We trade the rule for play, And sign our names in lace. If it’s dancing you crave, Let tomorrow be late— Sideways is still a way. Outro (Tag) We won’t go straight— We’ll make it great— Sideways, sideways—still a way.
