I’ve sung it slow in candlelight rooms, Fast where the sidewalks hum in tune. I don’t chase styles, I let ’em chase me— Change the coat, keep the soul jazzy. I’ve worn torchlight, I’ve worn fire, Feathers one night, denim the next desire. If the song’s got truth, I’ll take the ride, Every voice I borrow still sounds like mine. We don’t break when the spotlight moves, We bend the notes, but we keep the groove. I can sing this town—uptown, downtown, From a whisper to a sold-out sound. Any key, any crown, any room we’re found, Baby, I can sing this town. If you want me clever, I’ll sharpen the line, If you want me tender, I’ll pour the time. If tomorrow wants leather, yesterday wants lace— I’ve got a closet full of rhythm and grace. Yeah, I can sing this town— Same heart, new suit, same truth spun around. Styles come and go, but here’s what I’ve found: When you know who you are, you can sing any town. Frankly… We don’t sing to fit in. We sing so the room remembers itself.
