[Intro — restless, searching] [Bass motif, Wurlitzer answers] [Verse 1 — distracted, gradually settling] Ten ivory windows catch the light I lay my hands down for the night Black satin rivers under my hands Waiting there for whatever I command Felt and hammers answer my touch My head came in talking way too much Then the old oak hums beneath my feet And every thought gives up its seat [Chorus — wonder, release] [Arrangement opens wide] We are weaving lightning out of thin air Making something that was never there One chord calls and the next replies My hands move on before my mind All that noise goes quiet in me Ten fingers, wood and wire set me free [Verse 2 — playful, absorbed] Dust hangs gold in the window light Left holds the road, the right takes flight One note lands a little bit wrong I play it twice—now it belongs Thumb slips under, fingers cross Somewhere there, the count gets lost Pedal lifts—the last chord stays Hanging there while the room fades away [Chorus — joyful, freer] We are weaving lightning out of thin air Making something that was never there One chord calls and the next replies My hands move on before my mind All that noise goes quiet in me Ten fingers, wood and wire set me free [32 beats of Dueling Wurlitzer layered with Rhodes electric piano battle a Clavinet playing boogie-woogie/funk call and response improvisation, then drop a few Moog synth runs as well. Funk and syncopate the living shit out of it. Let's get into the upper register of the keyboard too!] [Bridge — surrender, instinct takes over] [Strip back; instruments answer vocal] My left hand runs My right hand answers I quit counting Three chords ago A wrong note falls I let it stay Play it again It finds its way [Intensity builds] Heel on the pedal Hands on the keys The room disappears Around me No names for the chords No numbers to know My fingers quit asking And just simply flows [Instrumental Break — exhilarated, completely absorbed] [Wurlitzer leads; bass answers; guitar enters late] [Final Chorus — liberated] [Fullest arrangement] We are weaving lightning out of thin air Making something that was never there One chord calls and the next replies My hands move on before my mind All that noise goes quiet in me Ten fingers, wood and wire set me free [Outro — peaceful, grounded] [Drop to Wurlitzer] One last chord I lift my hands The wires keep singing After I stand Ten fingers still One fading sound Then just the room And solid ground Let it ring Let it ring [Final chord decays]
