Rhythm Sews The Seam

Two young people following a dream.

Where music is the beam.

Rhythm sees the seam.

They were dreaming of fame

And what it could be

If they played together on The Grand Opry.

Two different people singing different songs.

Somehow, together, they learned to sing along.

Cuz if the road don’t kill you

The lifestyle will.

The spotlight beams.

Mornings coffee drill.

High as a kite.

Then dry as a bone.

Music’s sounding good

No matter where we roam.

Lessons learned.

Shoelace tied.

River runs deep.

River runs wide.