[Intro] (interlocking mbira thumb-piano and clawhammer banjo weaving one pattern out of many, hosho shakers, warm Rhodes and a soft marimba, spring reverb) [Verse 1] (upright bass and brushed glitter-rock drums with a gentle communal lope, mbira glinting under a hushed vocal, tape saturation) Caught myself laughing in somebody else's laugh last night Using words I never used to, took a stranger's turn of phrase and made it mine You spend a season at a table and you carry off the room A little bit of everybody, a borrowed set of moods [Pre-Chorus] (pedal steel and marimba lifting, hosho pushing forward) It rubs off like the smell of smoke, it soaks in like the rain Spend enough nights in the same doorway, you start to sound the same [Chorus] (close communal harmonies bloom, hocketed group vocals trading the lines, warm and lifting) Whoever's at the table, I walk out a little like them Their laugh caught in my mouth, their song stuck in my head again I don't get to pick my heroes, I just pick who's in the room Good company, good company It's about the only thing that ever rubs off on you Good company, good company [Verse 2] (back to the interlocking lope, banjo and mbira answering each other, arpeggiator glinting) Sat with dreamers for a summer, caught the fever, aimed up high Sat with cynics through a winter, watched my whole sky shrink and dry It ain't the speeches that they give you, it's the ones you let them give It's the weather that you're living in, it's just the way you live [Pre-Chorus] (marimba and pedal steel climbing again) Some voices leave, some move right in and never pay the rent Ten years on, half of what I think is something someone lent [Chorus] (full communal harmonies, the whole room singing) Whoever's at the table, I walk out a little like them Their laugh caught in my mouth, their song stuck in my head again I don't get to pick my heroes, I just pick who's in the room Good company, good company It's about the only thing that ever rubs off on you Good company, good company [Bridge] (drops to mbira, banjo and hushed lead, then the group voices gather in one by one) I'm gonna find the ones who build things, laugh easy, aim it high Pull a chair for the dreamer even when the room's gone quiet and dry 'Cause I'll be them in a year or two, I'll wear 'em like a coat So I'm choosing who I'm turning into — I'm choosing who I quote [Instrumental solo] (interlocking mbira, marimba and pedal steel trading a hypnotic, joyful line over the hosho groove, building as more parts pile in) [Final Chorus] (biggest lift, every voice in close communal harmony) Whoever's at the table, I walk out a little like them So I'm done sitting where the light's gone out — I'm choosing where I've been I don't get to pick my heroes, I just pick who's in the room Good company, good company It's about the only thing that ever rubs off on you Good company, good company [Outro] (the interlocking mbira-and-banjo pattern returns alone, hosho and voices fading together, spring reverb trailing off)
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