Lyric

Whiskey glass on the edge of the night

Keys ain't clean but they still feel right

Rust on the strings

Dust on the keys

What kind of music grows from trees

Play it loud play it sweet

Bring the fire bring the heat

Dust on the keys dust on the keys

It's the soul that sets me free

Neon signs flicker like they're alive

Heartbeats pounding like a westbound drive

Echoes of stories

Sunk in the wood

If they could sing would they sound this good

The past ain't dead

It just hums in my head

Play it loud play it sweet

Bring the fire bring the heat

Dust on the keys dust on the keys

It's the soul that sets me free

Ragged edges sharp as glass

Footsteps fall heavy but they never last

The room spins slow

The music flows

Every note another piece of my past

Play it loud play it sweet

Bring the fire bring the heat

Dust on the keys dust on the keys

It's the soul that sets me free