Lyric

Soft talk

Low laugh somewhere

A jacket on the back of a chair

Slow circles of thought in my head

Let the night drift

Let it slide

All the sharp little worries turn mild

Every breath like a tide rolling in

Let the night drift

Let it slide

I can loosen every tightened line

Just a second at a time

Settling in

Bartender polishes an old wood stain

Ceiling fan tracing lazy arcs

Air smells like citrus and rain

I count the beats between remarks

Let the night drift

Let it roam

All the harsh little echoes grow soft

Every doubt like a cloud blowing thin

Let the night drift

Let it roam

I can step out of the storm I brought

Just a second at a time

Breathing in

Couple at the far wall sharing fries

She steals one

Hides her grin

He pretends he never minds

I file that scene for later

Let it spin

Let the night drift

Let it hum

All the tight little patterns unwind

Every fear like a coat taken off

Let the night drift

Let it hum

I can lean into the weightless hush

Just a second at a time

Easing up

Old song humming from a hidden box

Someone’s keys tapping time on the bar

My phone stays sleeping in my pocket

I study the distance to the door

Feels far

I used to chase every restless hour

Now I watch them pass like strangers

Names forgotten

Faces kind

Nothing pressing

Nothing urgent

Only room for a clearer mind

Let the night drift

Let it stay

All the small expectations fade out

Every thought like a leaf on a stream

Let the night drift

Let it stay

I can sit in this gentle pause

Just a second at a time

In between