Lyric

Riding on my old-time bike

Through the breeze of morning light

Freshly brewed, my coffee’s warm

Drifting through this quiet home

In the slow, unhurried way

I have found my perfect pace

Every touch, a story told

In the grain of solid wood

Pages turning, whispers low

Vinyl crackles, soft and slow

Every meeting, fate’s embrace

Woven in this time and place

In the slow, unhurried way

I have found my perfect pace

Every touch, a story told

In the grain of solid wood

La la la…

La la la…

In the rhythm of these days

I have found my peaceful way