Run With The Rhythm

Salt on the speakers, dust on the road

One hand to the sky, one hand on the load

You came through the gate with a red scarf tied

Old boots tapping on the passenger side

The brass band laughed when the sun went low

Then the whole yard moved in a single flow

Hold that step, don’t lose that fire

Warm-blood rhythm climbing higher

When the drumline calls your name

We turn the summer into flame

Run with the rhythm, don’t wait for the sign

Your heart keeps time and your feet keep mine

From the corner shop to the open field

We break that silence, make the whole ground yield

Hey! Move it over

Hey! Bring it closer

Kick like thunder, roots run deep

Wake the town from its afternoon sleep

Blue paint drying on the garden wall

You pulled me laughing through the football hall

A little two-step, then a jump in the air

Everybody’s trouble disappeared there

Hold that step, don’t lose that fire

Warm-blood rhythm climbing higher

When the drumline calls your name

We turn the summer into flame

Run with the rhythm, don’t wait for the sign

Your heart keeps time and your feet keep mine

From the corner shop to the open field

We break that silence, make the whole ground yield

If the night gets heavy, lean on me

If the road gets narrow, we’ll make it three

Bass in the floorboards, hope in the air

No one gets left when the crowd is there

Run with the rhythm, don’t wait for the sign

Your heart keeps time and your feet keep mine

Brass in the morning, boots in the heat

Hard roots, sweet soul, one undeniable beat

Salt on the speakers, dust on the road

Still moving forward with a lighter load