Shadows on the Rhodes Verse 1 Your jacket’s still hanging by the back door. Two mugs in the sink from last night’s spill. I keep the lamp low, keep the record low. That same old chorus fills the room until your name shows up in the steam on the window. Keys by the bowl, your receipt in the drawer. I’m on this velvet couch with my hand on the armrest, acting like you might come in through the door. Chorus And it keeps on moving, soft and slow. This little groove knows where we go. We were easy, then we weren’t, and that’s the truth. Now it’s just the Rhodes and me, still holding on to you. Mmm, still holding on. Verse 2 Three-fifteen and the hallway’s blue. The fridge hums out a low backbeat. I hear my phone buzz once, then quit. Probably nothing, but it’s enough to reach. The needle drags at the edge of the side. That tiny scratch, it sounds like a sigh. I let the chords slide over my shoulders, trying not to ask why it still feels like home tonight. Chorus And it keeps on moving, soft and slow. This little groove knows where we go. We were easy, then we weren’t, and that’s the truth. Now it’s just the Rhodes and me, still holding on to you. Mmm, still holding on. Outro Let it fade, let it breathe, just the bass and the dust in the room. If you’re gone, then be gone gently. I can live with the shape of the tune. One last chord, warm and low, then I’ll finally let it go. Shadows on the Rhodes rolling out, rolling out slow.
